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a manual transmission car I could only start by rolling downhill and popping the clutch both at home and the prison I used to work at.
Fortunately my preferred gas station had a hill on one side of it also.
I finally traded that beast in.
Later as a semi-retired bank guard standing out front in downtown Birmingha at the start of this decade, I watched a grown fit and able-looking young man have a mobile repair service change his flat time.
As a teenager I could change a flat inside of five minutes due to the great crank jacks they had back then.
Old achy dino can still change a flat with those modern wind-up forever toy jacks that now come with cars.
Late in the last century me dino showed a young man how to jump off a car.
"Red is positive and black is negative," me dino explained.
Maybe I should have asked him who we fought during World War Two. "China" I once heard someone on TV say.
Weeks later I was recognized at a gate of a Mercedes plant as a Wackenhut security guard.
Truck driver said his company sent him to that school for a refresher course.
He said he did not blame me for quitting because it was a very crappy school.
Well, that made me feel better about quitting.
I also thought truck driving was not for me but now I'll never know for sure.
And it's gonna stay that way.
I'll be 70 next March, I inherited some money that supplements my retirement plan and so I'll just stay retired.
I have a T-shirt that says~
I Don't Want To.
I Don't Have To.
You Can't Make Me.
I'M RETIRED
I have another that says Fat People Are Hard To Kidnap but that's getting off-subject. .
After that I never could get it right.
A so-called teacher said, "You need to do better, bub."
Now instructive.
Bub?
Half my age and he calls me bub.
I call him a disrespectful teacher fail.
I forgot to mention that truck driving school went out of business very shortly after I left.
Guess all those so-called trucker driver teachers went back to the truck driving they were better suited to do.
If not better trained. Ahem!
Every time I took a corner the instructor kept all but yellin' "Watch the trailer Watch the trailer."
So I'd look into the rear view in time to see that my trailer just did miss another telephone pole.
So me dino not know why he kept gettin' his panties in a wad. A-huck! A-huck!
My memory is jogged about one of my less glamorous semi-retired security posts of watching the cars of a church choir practice. I was parked in a parking lot between that church and a crack house.
One day a church grounds keeper told me that some street gangster fired a burst into the air with an AK and drove on about half an hour before I got there.
My guess was that he was just marking his territory that had something to do with that crack house or something.
About a month later a supervisor came by and asked if I had a gun. I had a .45 in my glove compartment but lied. She said that was good because I was not supposed to have a gun and drove on.
Yeah, right. I'm the only white dude in a rough black neighborhood assigned to protect the cars of a choir practice and I can't have a gun. Lying about a gun in a ghetto ain't the same as bearing false witness against thy neighbor so the heck with that.
Another day a young man came by on a bicycle. He told me he wanted the pastor to give him a package of hot dogs and a loaf of bread.
I pointed at the sign of an empty parking placed marked "pastor" and described that scene so as to clearly reveal that the pastor was not there.
The young man peddled on and I never ever saw him again. Never ever saw him before either.
I had other posts elsewhere. One was all night every Wednesday. All that came to an end November of 2013. .
I became fully retired that year in time to enjoy Thanksgiving and Christmas without being sent to watch some place of business somewhere.
:I agree with Dobrien about writing something. I think that you all ready have a book started that sounds pretty funny. Since you are retired, give it a go.
I've spent too much of my life jumping from one enthused idea to another with stacks of half-written paper to show for it.
Last month I threw away a bunch of disks because the old word processor I used to use before I got my first PC no longer works.
Besides the "Chasing Little Red" novel I'm working on in "documents," there is a half-written "The Mad Hatters" (about futuristic government mind control) that I became unenthused about.
I can run off the names of other novels I've started to write though my long years.
My grave marker may say, "He tried to write."
Sincerely DOB
Happy Lday
It was first made a national law in 1894, and is often celebrated with a street parade. It usually marks the end of summer vacations and is considered to be the last hoorah before the onset of Autumn. Many people use the day for family get-togethers, and barbecues abound. In my case a hurricane almost ruined our plans, but rain or shine, dogs and burgers, the menu of the day.
I don't like "Fall." I always want to know, fall from where?
It stood out like a thumbs-up!
Neither Autumn or autumn is red-lined by my spelling checker.
My old pal Dino Dusty bit the dust when my pack dragged down this critter.
RIP good ole' Dusty. We feast in his memory.
My pack packed good ole' Dusty into the freezer.
Maybe we'll have him for Thanksgiving.
You see, dinos don't do memory beyond a fortnight or so,.
On national holidays my last security job usually sent me to watch a factory that made stuff out of aluminum.
HAPPY COMMUNISTS DAY