Is It Over Yet?
33 years ago, I worked with Zane Conway, a really bright guy. He was my laborer partner who eventually made it to every country in the world. I only knew Zane for a summer, but he taught me a lot, and I recall a lot of conversations in detail.
“I want to be a writer,” I told him as we stripped concrete forms.
“So shut-up and write,” he answered.
And a little while later....
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Ten-thirty.”
“Damn, I wish it was noon. I’m starving.”
“Don’t ever wish time away,” he answered. “Some day you’ll be begging for that hour and a half.”
Well, old Zane never spent a February in Buffalo!
Is it almost over yet?
70 mph winds today...back to single digits next week...I passed a golf course and saw the greens under a tarp...had to pull over to weep.
I’ve tried to enjoy it a little.
I’m doing a lot of speaking for my job. My voice is cracking like a pre-pubescent teen.
“Anyone have any questions?” I asked.
“Are you going through puberty?” A very funny construction guy said.
My safety classes tend to veer off into humor sometimes and the audience gets involved.
“You guys drag me into the gutter,” I wrote to one construction laborer.
“Dude, we have to pull you UP to get you in the gutter,” he said.
And I thought of Zane.
“Just because you might be bored or tired or over-worked, there’s joy hiding in every situation. You just gotta’ find it.”
Finding joy in February in Buffalo.
It comes to a close this week.
Don’t waste a minute!.
“I want to be a writer,” I told him as we stripped concrete forms.
“So shut-up and write,” he answered.
And a little while later....
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Ten-thirty.”
“Damn, I wish it was noon. I’m starving.”
“Don’t ever wish time away,” he answered. “Some day you’ll be begging for that hour and a half.”
Well, old Zane never spent a February in Buffalo!
Is it almost over yet?
70 mph winds today...back to single digits next week...I passed a golf course and saw the greens under a tarp...had to pull over to weep.
I’ve tried to enjoy it a little.
I’m doing a lot of speaking for my job. My voice is cracking like a pre-pubescent teen.
“Anyone have any questions?” I asked.
“Are you going through puberty?” A very funny construction guy said.
My safety classes tend to veer off into humor sometimes and the audience gets involved.
“You guys drag me into the gutter,” I wrote to one construction laborer.
“Dude, we have to pull you UP to get you in the gutter,” he said.
And I thought of Zane.
“Just because you might be bored or tired or over-worked, there’s joy hiding in every situation. You just gotta’ find it.”
Finding joy in February in Buffalo.
It comes to a close this week.
Don’t waste a minute!.
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