astrolite wrote:
That was the way it was in my neighborhood when I was growing up! Down the street an old fella had a garage, all the kids hung out there and talked, and of course asked questions they were afraid to ask their own fathers. And he helped us work on our cars, or motorcycles, or bikes as the age might be! Sometimes we got lucky and his wife baked cookies! I learned a lot from him and older boys, working on their cars! Then helping them, finally doing it for them while they bussed tables at Burger King to buy the parts! Later when I had my first car, I learned to change tires (another part time job to pay for college) and weld and use torches! MY own dad taught me to use lathes and milling machines in his small factory! (interestingly I learned more machinist work from a man named Floyd Brown) It just seems normal to do those things, and when my sons came of age their friends were here too, and I took in a few over the years! And a few of my daughters friends also! (White, black and Mexican). As I am in Agriculture, there are lots of farmers, farm workers and ranchers h*****g around! I fly and work on planes, you meet a whole other class of people there! I prefer to build things, I don't get any thrill from destruction, like some people! We also build swamp buggies and airboats, Never a boreing minute! I can't see myself living in a nursing home!
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This country needs many, many more garages.