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Anywhere Ah Wonts To

The first construction project I ever worked on was a Sears store in Sacramento, California. It was a big job, and I was one of a dozen or so laborers on the project. Our foreman was this huge Jamaican guy named Bethel Lee. He was at least six and a half feet tall, and weighed probably three-fifty; one of those gentle giants, though; a really nice guy and everyone liked him. But when he got angry, he could look ferocious and intimidating. Read the rest of this entry »

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Miracle Invention!

In my story, Mooooooo, I told y’all about the time I drove down into the dry wash in Arlington, Arizona—doing about 75—and there was a herd of cows in the road. Well, a few years later, I was relating that very same story to a friend of mine up in Sacramento, California. Read the rest of this entry »

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One more story (for today) about the car from hell then I’ll leave y’all be. This one happened before the car became demon possessed, by the way.

For those who don’t know, in the desert of Arizona there are many dry washes that only have water in them when a good rain occurs. Most of the time they are dry, and in rural areas roads go right down into them, pavement and all. It would not be economically possible to build a bridge over every dry wash in southern Arizona. Read the rest of this entry »

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