Nice work, Phil. "Tools make the man"...or is that 'clothes'?
A long time ago I employed an old Irishman named Mickey Keeley who had patched airplanes that had taken hits through their aluminum skins during WWII. He was trained by old 'tinkers,' itinerants who went town-to-town making pots and pans and remaking things of metal construction. His favorite tools were hammers and a log, one end hollowed. He would scrounge whatever it took to make about ANYTHING we needed on an old Porsche, all the while humming or singing pornographic songs in Gaelic about some royalty somewhere.....
Mickey was the guy who told me in all seriousness that as a boy, he and other boys would sleep in the hayloft in an Irish farmer's barn on a Sunday night to get a head start on bringing in the crops on first light Monday morning. While still dark, the farmer would be waking them up by shouting "Git up, git up...the day after tomorrow is Wednesday and half the week is gone already!!!"
Not a bad way to be conscious of time.
My first experience with a bead roller was with another old fabricator of some repute, Don Diehl. I became the hand-cranker on a big PEXTO when the electric motor went bad, but I learned by doing that much and watching the experienced hands form the metal.
I wish I could have learned more from those good ol' boys while they were alive. Running a business that has supported all of that has definitely gotten in the way. I am a master of none of my trades, Jack.
A long time ago I employed an old Irishman named Mickey Keeley who had patched airplanes that had taken hits through their aluminum skins during WWII. He was trained by old 'tinkers,' itinerants who went town-to-town making pots and pans and remaking things of metal construction. His favorite tools were hammers and a log, one end hollowed. He would scrounge whatever it took to make about ANYTHING we needed on an old Porsche, all the while humming or singing pornographic songs in Gaelic about some royalty somewhere.....
Mickey was the guy who told me in all seriousness that as a boy, he and other boys would sleep in the hayloft in an Irish farmer's barn on a Sunday night to get a head start on bringing in the crops on first light Monday morning. While still dark, the farmer would be waking them up by shouting "Git up, git up...the day after tomorrow is Wednesday and half the week is gone already!!!"
Not a bad way to be conscious of time.
My first experience with a bead roller was with another old fabricator of some repute, Don Diehl. I became the hand-cranker on a big PEXTO when the electric motor went bad, but I learned by doing that much and watching the experienced hands form the metal.
I wish I could have learned more from those good ol' boys while they were alive. Running a business that has supported all of that has definitely gotten in the way. I am a master of none of my trades, Jack.
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