Yep and yep, stay moving or die, that's hardest part of us having mobility issues up here, it's the start of the last dance.
I liked working hard, worked hard most of my working days. The truck and car tire work, even the giant tire work was hard but I loved it. True story, my stepfather was the manager there at the shop I was working when you saw me, and he was a closed mouth type of guy. When I left that shop 'because I was unhappy there, 'I had punched the bosses in the mouth after after several warnings,' I went to the shop where I learned giant tires, land movers and such.
Latter in the year my told me that my stepfather was bragging about me to the family at the deer camp and said I had the last laugh because the boss had to hire two men to take my place. He didn't tell me but he told the family members at the deer hunt. Like said, I loved those working years and always tried to be one of the best wherever I was.
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Progressiveness Politics Must Die Today,
In Order That We May Be Free Tomorrow!
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