I left Taco Bell right before the Christmas holiday in 1978. How that all transpired is a very interesting story in of itself and one I plan to write one day. In just two weeks I stumbled upon a job at the Deuscher Foundry. I stopped into Job Service in downtown Hamilton on the West side of the river and the lady I spoke with said something had just come in and it might be right up my alley. Two interviews later and I was the new assistant production clerk, getting the office experience I wanted. I’ve shared a number of fun stories about Deuscher’s like this one and this one, or even this one. Lunchtime was special there too and so it deserves a little attention. Continue reading
My brother Mike, the youngest boy in the Wyatt part of our diversified clan, died recently. Tall like my Grandad, he stood about 6’4 or 5″ and weighed over 400 pounds at the end. He is the first to pass amongst me and my siblings. When you’re young or even old and healthy, dying seems improbable, something that happens to other people, not you. But eventually death grabs each of us by the throat and chokes the life out of us. When it chokes someone you grew up with or perhaps someone you love, it punches you in the stomach, wakes you up, makes you realize that your time is coming. It’s right around the corner.
This story is nothing close to a compendium of Mike’s life story. I am not qualified to write that. I was really not that close to Mike. Some of the memories I plan to write about include Mike, but will appear separately. Perspectives are our truths and this story is my perspective; my truth about what I recall about my baby brother Mike. Continue reading
Mentioned in my first Foundry Days story (read me) as our sales were declining during the 80’s and we were finding ourselves with lots of free time, we all were finding ways to tease each other and entertain ourselves. The manufacturing areas of the foundry were hot, dirty, dangerous and required very strong backs. No practical jokes ever got played around the iron or the dangerous grinders – people could get killed. Away from the iron was a different story. We only had two females. They both worked in the office. In fact, I can only remember one female ever applying to work in the shop. It was a bunch of guys working together and with no females there to keep us in line, the old adage ‘boys will be boys’ often played out. Continue reading
I just love coffee. Truth be told, my coffee drinking represents my major source of my water intake. Another truth be told, I guess I’m not a “real” coffee drinker because I don’t like it black – I love my flavored creamers. I’ve drunk lots and lots of different coffee types and brands ranging from the major store brands to the Hawaiian and Costa Rican coffees to the Saudi coffee which is more like a tea/coffee combo (thank you Linda). My wife and I agree though on our favorite coffee; Doka Estates in Costa Rica, their peaberry roast. Can I tell the difference between the various roasts and brands? I just know what I like. Can I tell decaffeinated from ‘the real thing’? Not if it’s a great tasting decaf blend like Cafe Britt’s of Costa Rica.
I once worked with a couple of young guys though who claimed they could tell the difference between regular and decaffeinated coffee. Really? Let’s see…. Continue reading