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Politics : Welcome to Slider's Dugout -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: loantech who wrote (14634)	1/21/2009 12:06:26 AM
From: Bill on the Hill	2 Recommendations Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 50528

yep. i love the trades. great men. intelligent and a lot of fun to work around. we had some seriously good times. one day on a large project on maryjane ski slopes. really. maryjane, part of winter park. we were building access roads. i had been bulldozing with a cat d7 clearing road through boulders with a LARGE bucyrus-erie track hoe working behind me building the road bed. we were working diagonally up this 40 degree slope to build access road to the top of the mountain. the blasting crew came in about five pm with a case of dupont and five cases of beer to blast the rocks we had worked loose. they worked the evening shift making baby rocks. within an hour of the blasting crews arrival i was giving octopus rides in the excavator bucket. two guys would pile in and i would swing around in circles raising the bucket high off the ground as it swung around. sometimes i would hang them off the high side where they were at least fifty feet above the ski slope and open up the bucket a bit to scare them stiff. before the night was out we were throwing lit dynamite sticks at each other. took the sheriff an hour to walk up the hill and tell us to stop. said the rocks were landing at a condo 1/4 mile down the hill and the people were scared. not one of us was killed that night but one of my laborers, wild eye, went off in the woods and picked mushrooms. he was always eating the deadly kind just to get the hallucinations. he ended up puking his guts out all night long and cried while he laughed outrageously at everything. probably dead or has a new liver by now. this was in 81 or 82. we let him sleep it off in the woods. he was still there laughing the next day at 7 am when we returned from finishing the party off at the tavern in frasier, co. and getting a few hours of sleep before it was back to do it again. almost all of the laborers on that project were college boys or graduate ski-bums. they would work hard enough to go to the lodge and pay their liquor bills. not a genius among them. but if daddy bush would have been one of em's father he still would have ended up president. after all. it ain't what you know. it's who you know. or blow.