A Different Street

by Satchel Pooch

 Today, I spent an hour in a safety and checkout class for some welding equipment, which mentally took me back about 30 years to when I was the worst applied student in a semester class of welding. Fortunately for me in the college class, a fair bit of the grade was on the book learned part of the art. Now, I am going to have to practice a very large amount, work out a plan N+1 that doesn’t need the welds or something. As someone with a high klutz and low dexterity the small motions to maintain a shiny puddle of molten steel, right on the joint line is a bit like, patting my head, rubbing my stomach, riding the bicycle while juggling 7 mixed objects. I keep moving forward however, I wonder if there would be a market for novelties around the theme of “charging through the xyz factor” where xyz is (klutz, fuss, mess, packing, late…)   excentricbahhumbug

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