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            I remember coming home from work at the Rad
 shop and My Father-in-law from my first Wife Nancy
 was there visiting her. He was kinda a wierd little guy,
and the biggest cheapskate you would ever meet.
  His Idol was Jack Benny.
         I used to burn paper garbage in a upright 55
 gallon barrel that had a few half inch holes drilled
 in it [near the bottom] for an air vent. I also used
 the barrel to BarBQ all sorts of great food during
 the summer.
        My Father-in-law thinks he's doing me a favor
 by burning the paper garbage, and when I come home
 he is standing by the barrel. He was always real
 paranoid about burning stuff in the barrel, thinking
 that some small spark might burn down our house.
   [The barrel was fifty feet away from anything that
 might burn]
         After the last Christmas, I had drug the tree
 outside to a pile of wood that I used for grilling.
     He happens to see the tree [which is now dryed
 up, brown, and has lost most of it's needles] and
 he asks me what I'm going to do with it.
      I never intended to use it for grilling, as fir trees
 have that turpintine smell going on that would ruin
 any meat cooked using it. So I tell him that I might as well burn it up right now.
       I pick it up, and start towards the barrel, and
 My Father-in-law FREEKS OUT !
      He starts screaming.. "Don't throw that in the barrel !!!!"   Naturally, I ignore him and toss it in.
          The thing that happens next is almost beyond
 description.
           This intense blue/pink flame leaps from the
  mouth of the barrel like a huge BLOW TORCH.
      The holes at the bottom of the barrel are sucking
 so much air through them..that they sound like
  like the siren on a Stuka Dive Bomber..ONLY LOUDER.
         The Pink/Blue by this time if FORTY FEET HIGH,
  and making a sound like a Saturn Five moon rocket.
     The Father-in-law is running around like a chicken
 with it's head cut off, and is still screaming like a
 chick at a horror movie. 
      The barrel was sitting near a very old oak tree
 whose nearest limbs were fifty feet off the ground.
    I thought for a minute that the Barrel torch flame
 blast would set fire to the tree. It didn't.
    I must say that I was in awe of how much hidden
 energy was contained in that small Christmas Tree.
      I have never seen such a wild fire/flame/noise/
 blaster event in my life that could compare to
  pitching that tree into that barrel. If the cops
 would have seen it go off, I would probably still be
 in jail. I will give you the normal warning:
       NEVER TRY THIS AT HOME !
   I would never do that again, and I know now what
 can happen. It was a reckless thing to do, and I
 got lucky that I didn't get into some real trouble.
    It does however get me laughing thinking about
 my Paranoid ex Father- in- law.Big%20smile
 
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          Back to the Rad shop.........
     While Snick & I were still working together, we hired a new guy... "Buck"
      He was an ex-biker dude that was a member of
 many differant biker clubs in and around Detroit.
      The Detroit Police had a book full of Mug shots
 containing all biker/gang/dubious dudes, and their
 various idenities and nicknames, tatoos, etc
etc. "Buck" claimed he had five or six pages of that book devoted to him.
       When Buck answered the shop phone, he would
 just grunt real loud. This confused my customers and
 dealer accounts quite a bit. I had instructed him
  not to EVER answer the phone, but that still happened once and a while.
       When my accounts heard his phone grunt, they would later ask me who he was. In order to make
 a little humor out of the situation, I would tell them
 that my hireing pool was damn near empty, and that
 Buck was harmless. I called him the best argument
 for the "Missing Link" that was alive and walking around.
          We all were making pretty good money and deer season was coming up. Buck asked me to help
 him pick out a good gun. We both went shopping
 at the gun store, and I convinced him to buy a
 25/06 deer rifle. A super fast, small diameter bullet,
 with a big load contained in the cartridge.
       I had a cartridge reloader, and Buck wanted me
 to load him up fast ammo for him. I broke out my
 reloaders manual and made up 20 rounds of ammo
 that was the fastest in the book. The speed came
 from how much powder you put in the cartridge,
 and what kind of powder that you used.
       I didn't know it at the time, but I made a near-
 fatal mistake loading this ammo. I was supposed to
 load various rounds,starting with smaller powder
 charges, and then increasing the charge untill signs
 of too much pressure showed up on the spent
 cartridge. [ OOPS ! ]
          Any way.... we take Bucks gun into the rad shop to "Test it out."
         Buck shoots the thing into a huge, water-soaked
 log we had in the flush booth, and when he touches the thing off..IT APPEARED TO BLOW UP!... with lots
 of smoke coming out of areas of the gun that weren't normal.  Buck turned out to be OK, though
 he was a little shook up.
        When he tried to open the bolt on the gun, it
 wouldn't open...no matter how hard he tried.
    This was a very expensive gun. We all piled into
 my Blazer and took the gun back to the gun shop.
      The first thing the shop owner asks us is:
 "Did you try to shoot a hot load in this gun?"
      Naturally, we deny we did, so the owner takes
 the gun back into his work room. He comes out
 in a few minutes and shows us the bolt.
       The cartridge was overloaded so much that
 the primer had backed out of the cartridge and broke into pieces, which caused the bolt to stick into
 the gun. He shows us the pieces. He then shows us
 the face of the bolt that comes in contact with the
 cartridge. It had the brand name of the ammo
 tatooed onto the face of the bolt.[ the bolt being
 super hard steel.]  He then chides us like children
 for lying to him. Buck didn't trust me to reload his
 ammo after that day. DUH ?
      We all should have been poster children for
 Planned Parenthood.  For real !
 
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          After I graduated from High School I went to
 work in the Rad shop to support myself, my Dad, and
 Step-mom. I tried to Play some gigs with some musicians on the week-ends. It all started the summer
 of 1964. By the fall of 1965 I got my draft notice from
 LBJ and was off to the Army. I had a legit deferrment
 from induction because I was the only surviving son
 in my family, and I was sole support of my family.
       The draft board didn't seem to want to follow
 their rules, so I was inducted in early September
 1965. After going through basic training I was sent
 to Fort Ord,CA for advanced Infrantry training.
     When I completed that training I was given orders
 to go to the 1st. Infrantry Division [ the Big Red One ]
 in South Vietnam. I had applied for a hardship discharge when I first entered basic training. 2 Days
 before I was to be flown to Nam, they told me to
 report to a hold-over unit untill my discharge was
 approved or denied.
      I was granted the discharge [honorable] and was
 released to go back home. March 22, 1966 I was back
 in Detroit.
         When I got back to the little house we lived in,
 My Dad told me he had divorced my Step-mom.
    We Chatted untill late, and went into work the
 following morning. Business was very slow, and My dad
 was acting a little strange as the day progressed.
   I ask him what was bothering him and he told me
 that during that day,My Step-mom was going to the
 house to collect her "Things". I ask what things she was
 picking up and Dad told me she would be taking anything she wanted. That was part of the divorce
 settlement. She had also seized the new car I had bought upon leaving high school.
       We finished up work late, and arrived home at
 dark. There were no lights burning in the house, which
 was strange untill I walked into the back door.
      The house was completely cleaned out ! EMPTY...
  Not even a half roll of toliet paper in the bathroom.
      I knew my Dad was real upset, but I took control
 of the situation, and told him to follow me.
       We went and rented a room at a local motel,
 got cleaned up..and we went to eat dinner at a resturant.
      The following day, I took my credit card and went
 to a discount furniture store, and I bought a house
 full of funky stuff to live with. Beds, tables,stove,
 fridge, toaster....all of it. They delivered it all the
 next day, and me and Dad had a home again.
       It all turned out to be a rude coming home episode
 for me, but I was sooo glad to be out of the military
 I didn't care. I was also thankfull I wasn't getting my
 ass shot off in Nam like some of my Army Pals were
 at that time.
        The next big surprise for me was when I looked
 at our company checking account.. [empty] and looked
 at the outstanding company bills.
     Bless her heart, My step-mom had forgot to pay
 about 7 thousand dollars worth of bills. This may
 not sound like much money..now, but in 1966 you
 could buy a new loaded Cadillac for seven grand.
      I took it in stride and knuckled down to get
 more business, and I did. Before the year was out
 I had paid off all the bills, paid off the house full
 of stuff, and bought a new delivery truck for the shop.
     Prior to buying the new truck, we had been driving
 around my Dad's old 59 caddy..that was falling apart.
     Once the new truck was in place, we both had vehicles. That following summer I had saved up about
 4 thousand bucks & things were good at Ed's Alligator.
      
          The windshield wiper motor on my Dad's old,
 rusted caddy quit working and I took it to the dealer
 for repairs, as per his instructions. They wanted more
 for the wiper motor than the car was worth, so I
 gave up on fixing it.
        I convinced my Dad that he needed a better car,
and I would take 2 grand and buy him a good used ride.
     he did NOT like this idea at all because he was very
 attached to the caddy, and didn't want to let it go.
      I guess he thought he would never again own
another Cadillac.
       I jumped in the old Cad and drove back to the
 Cadillac dealer's used car lot. I spoke to a salesman
 and requsted to trade in the old heap. He laughed
 and told me it was worth nothing.[which I already knew] I then told him in no mixed words that I had
 2 thousand dollars, and ask him what he had in
 used inventory for that kind of money.
    He showed me two 64 Cadillacs that looked to
 be like brand new. One was a light brown..with a
 few small scratches on the drivers door. The
 other one was a Light Mint green,White top, with
 black leather interior. Coupe De' Ville. The car was
 flawless, and only had about 30 thousand easy miles
 on it. The 64 still had some mini-fins. The 65 and 66
 models looked like boxes, and the new 67's looked
 a lot like the 64.
        I bought the Mint green jewel for two grand..plates, title transfer and all and drove it back to
 the rad shop.
       There were no front windows in the building,
and my Dad couldn't see me arrive. When I entered
 the side door I was smiling, and told Dad to check
 out the new ride. He was pissed and reading the
 newspaper. He refused to go look at it !
      I waited for a LONG time, and again asked him
 to take a look see.
      He moaned and grunted to his feet, and I followed
 him out the door. When he saw the Cadillac, he spun
 around and said: "WHAT DID YOU DO???????"
   It was scary...he was angry. He must have thought
 that I got suckered into buying something WAY out
 of my finances.
     
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~ Coe’s Bar ~

Aka, Cozy Coe’s cocktail lounge. This was one of two local bars within a mile of

where I grew up. It was owned by a guy who NEVER showed his face in the place.

That goes to show how proud he was of the joint. It was my Dad’s favorite place to

get bombed, meet people, and waste most of his time. He would have lived there, if

they had a cot or two laying around.

I got to know most of the patrons of Coe’s when the bar closed for some reason,

and they showed up at the rad shop to continue drinking and raising hell. There were

many people from all walks of life, and the group was very “colorful” to say the least.

I will write about a few of them, because their stories need to be told. I think you

will understand why as I unveil them here.

The first on the list is: “Tippy toes Thompson”

From what I heard he was a machinist who made good money [when working] but

had a taste for booze that caused him to go on drinking expeditions which caused him

to show up a Coe’s once and a while, for weeks on end.

One winter, he was sleeping in his car, after the bar closed and it got very cold.

His toes got frostbitten and the local hospital removed a few of his toes. He walked

“funny” after that episode, and the locals gave him the name: Tippy toes Thompson.

I think a year or so after he lost his toes, he had disappeared for quite a while.

He sobered up, had some cash, bought a nice used car and one day appeared back

at Coe’s where he again fell off the wagon. This was in the mid to late sixties as my

mind recalls. He had purchased a super clean 53 Pontiac that looked like it was new.

Nice older car.

The day he came back to the bar, he had a little friend with him. A Monkey.

He hauled the monkey into the bar and the locals went wild playing with the thing.

Somebody went to the local grocery store and bought about twenty pounds of bananas

and presented them to the monkey. One by one the monkey ate all the bananas, and then

got a little crazy jumping around the bar. Some patrons complained and Thompson was

forced to remove the monkey from the bar.

The weather was cool and Tippy toes put the monkey in his car, figuring the

Monkey would be safe, as long as he rolled the windows down a little bit so the monkey

Could breath OK. He then went back to the bar and continued drinking for many hours.

When he went outside to the parking lot to check on the monkey, he found that the

monkey had dumped his bowels of the twenty pound payload of bananas inside the

car, and proceeded to smear the goop all over the windows and every square inch of

the car’s interior. Thompson released the monkey to run off and find a new home,

and never touched the car again. After the car had set in the parking lot for about

nine months, my Dad had the car towed to the Rad shop where it rested for about

2 years.

Ever so often a customer of mine would inquire about the car, and ask me how

much I wanted for it. I would produce the keys and tell them they could have it if

they got it out of my lot. They would approach the car and open the door. It was

funny as hell when they got a whiff of the interior. Most would run away, tossing

me the keys ! Finally, a scrap dealer hauled the car to the crusher and it was gone.

I never heard of Tippy toes fate, but they talked about that monkey at Coe’s

for years.

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           Going way back in time, I will describe the
 lowest point in the history of Ed's Radiator. [Red's Alligator]
          I got drafted in Sept. of 1965 and was off to
 see what LBJ had in store for the toad. This was soon
after the "Gulf of Tonkin" lie and Johnson was adding
 half a million fresh faces in the Army. The draft board
 broke all the rules drafting me, and soon after entering
 the Army I applied for a hardship discharge.
     It would take six and a half months for my discharge
 to come through, and I returned home the 22nd. of
 March,1966.
            My Father and step mother were running the
 shop into the ground while I was away. A day or so
 before I came home, They had filed for divorce, and
 Step mom was no longer around. I had come home
 late on Saturday, and spent Sunday chatting with my
 Dad about my exploits in the Army. I had no idea of
 what would go on at work Monday morning......
        My Dad and I arrive at the Rad shop Monday
 morning and the place looks a bomb went off inside.
     Zero work had been done on any upkeep, and things
 were pretty grim in the joint. I did a couple hours of
 work fixing up my work station, and then sat down to
 rest a minute.
         My Dad explains to me that my step mom is
 going to our little house and getting things that she may
 "Need". [ a condition of the divorce] She also had
 taken the new car I had bought when I graduated from
 school. [It was in her name]
        I then happened to look at the company checkbook
 and saw that there was no money left in the account.
     My Dad then explains that we had about 8 thousand
 dollars worth of un-paid bills to address. Fun shit !
      That evening we left the shop to go home and
 relax. The shop closed a 6 pm, so it was dark outside.
    We pulled into the driveway at home, and all the
 lights were out inside the house. I thought this was
 odd because we always had lights burning in the pad.
     When we walked into the back door of the house,
 I was greeted by a sight that I remember to this day.
     The house was EMPTY. And when I say empty,....
 I mean it was without anything inside. Step mom
 had taken everything but the tile on the kitchen
 floor. She didn't even leave us a bar of soap, or
 a half roll of toilet paper. Welcome home from the
 Army, toadee ! Thanks for your service...
      I took control of the situation, just like a good
 soldier would, and packed my Dad into his old car,
 and we went to a resturant for dinner, and went to
 a local Motel to get cleaned up and sleep.
      The following day I went to a discount furniture
 store and bought everything we would need to
 re-furbish the house...all on credit.
     I might add that the 8 grand worth of bills had
 now expanded into 9 grand and I sat about paying
 them all off. [you could buy a new Vette in 1966
 for far less than 9 grand]
      That Monday was the lowest in the history of
 Ed's Radiator, but it gave me the incentive to turn
 around the business and make a little more money
 than the 52 bucks a month they paid me in the Army.
     It also made me chuckle everytime I heard someone
 bitch about problems they were having making ends meet. I pray that most Vets have a homecomming that
 was far better than mine. All of the Vets.
 
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You were a good son to your papa, Toad. It's a shame your stepmom behaved that way. What good is stuff, when it can be used to make somebody unhappy? Not nice at all!

Thanks for sharing your stories here. They're all very interesting and heartfelt, and with humor too.

Very special you are.

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     I'm either goin' senile, or I sniffed a few too
 many fumes at the rad shop. I repeated the army
 homecoming post as a new story. Whatz the old saying? ... Shit happends ... At my age, dumb shit happends, too much ! Ouch
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         I usually try to write funny stories about the
 things going on at the Rad shop, but a few things I
 expirienced while there effected my life in a very
 educational way.
       While I was still just a kid i would go to work
 with my Dad on Saturdays during the school year.
     I went with him as he visited a lot of small
 accounts..body shops,dealers, and gas stations that
 he did a lot of business with.
     At Christmas time he would buy a few cases of
 booze to hand out to these accounts as gifts.
     My Dad had a strong thing for alcohol, and never
 bought cheap whiskey. Always Seagrams V.O. Canadian
 blended whiskey. All the accounts liked his choice.
      This one particular day of handing out the booze,
 he stopped at a party store and came out with a
 differant bottle of spirits. I ask him why he was
 buying this special bottle when he had a couple cases
 of V.O. in the truck already.
      He went on to tell me this bottle was for the
 bodyshop manager at our local Ford dealer. He also
 said this bottle was Haig & Haig single malt scotch
 whiskey that was very expensive and rare.
      I then asked why this guy deserved the special
 treatment. My Dad then gave me his serious look
 and told me the story.
       At the start of World War II, The body shop man,
 then a civilian in his mid thirties joined the Marine Corps and was trained as a infrantry grunt.
    After training he was sent to the Pacific theater of
 operations. He was picked to be in the initial invasion
 armada on SEVEN differant beach invasions..on seven
 differant islands and was shot and seriously wounded
 ELEVEN times. My Dad explained to me this man was
 a true war hero that deserved respect and special
 attention.
      When I met him, he was setting in his office
 wearing his shop clothes and a dark brown Fedora
 hat that looked like it had seen better days.
   The man took the bottle from my Father with
 not many words exchanged and shook his hand.
    I studied his face for a few seconds to see if
 it would reveal anything to me about his soul or
 nature. His face was stern, but you would never
 know looking at him what he had suffered.
      That expirience taught me a lesson about
 how a man can return from Hell and go back to
 civilian life and to peace in what we now refer to
 as "Happy days."
       I met another war hero in the rad shop much
 later, when I was running the place. I will tell his
 story in the next installment. His story took place
 in Korea and is almost beyond belief.
    These are true stories that you won't be seeing
 in the movies or on the Military Channel. Stay tuned...
 
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            One afternoon in the summer a customer
 came in as my employees and I were discussing things
 about World War II as my driver Harry had fought in
 the battle of Okinawa. After addressing his radiator
 issues, he joined into our war conversation, and
 announced to us he was a retired Marine aviator
 and said he had personally flown nearly every aircraft
 that had ever operated off of a carrier during WWII
 and beyond.
       I figured by his age he began his Pilot exploits
 during the Korean conflict. I was right. Korea was
 the first war where our military was using jet aircraft
 in war. I assumed he was flying jets, but he said the
 planes he was assigned to were Corsairs, which were
 fighters used by the Navy during WWII with much
 success against the japanese. They were big and fast
 piston prop jobs that soon would be obsolete.
     The Navy used them in Korea as ground attack aircraft to support ground troops in close combat
 situations. Bombing and strafing roles.
       I then ask him if he was ever confronted by
 Mig 15 jet fighters from North Korea. This is when
 his story got real bizzare.
        He said he had encountered the Migs more than
 once, and had no real issues engaging them in dog fights. He told us the Migs could not turn fast at all,
 and they were setting ducks for the Corsairs which
 could cut them off in turns and shoot them down.
      I then ask if he had ever been attacked, or
 jumped during operations with bullets flying at him
 personally.
        He then described a mission where his wingman
 was lured away from him by enemy fire and he was
 being attacked by enemy pilot that snuck in behind him
 in the dog fight.
      The Mig shot at him with machine guns blazing
 and a bullet entered his aircraft and went completely
 through the back of his left hand. He said he looked
 down at his hand, and then he said he lost all
 memory of what happened next.
       He woke up in a Navy hospital about six months
 later. This confused me because Corsairs were single-
 seat aircraft..with NO co-pilot. His home base was
on top of a carrier, and not some land base.
      He was told that he landed his badly shot-up
 aircraft aboard his carrier and was pulled out of it
 in a state of coma. Totally unresponsive.
     When he regained his brain function he couldn't
 speak, and the doctors told him things he didn't
 remember from the attack. Besides the bullet that
 went through his hand, another bullet bounced off
  bottom of the pilots seat he was setting in and
 flew up hitting him in the middle of his lower jaw,
 going through there,taking a slice out of his tongue,
 took out all his teeth,went through the top of his
 mouth,his sinuses and exited through his forehead.
     The doctors were totally amazed that no vitals
 were hit by this bullets flight. No one could understand
 how he was able to fly and land his aircraft aboard
 his ship. After telling us all this he showed us all
 the bullet holes inside his mouth, face, and hand.
    it was freeky to look at..trust me.
   He went on to serve as a Marine aviator untill he
 retired in the seventies. Other people confirmed his
 story to me, and this guy was a true hero pilot.
      Some Vets share their stories with us, and we
 must take the time to hear them so we can better
 understand the sacrifice these fine folks have made
 for our freedom. This man had my un-divided attention,
  and I was proud to have met him. A real history
 lesson at the rad shop on a lazy summer day.
 
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Toad!!!

Awesome stories in this ongoing series!

It's really great reading these!

~Geno
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           Two years after I married my first Wife Nancy
 she was hit with the disease MS. It took a while, but
 in time she qualified to recieve Social Security disability
 benefits and Medicare. It was a true blessing as her medical bills were draining all of our earnings.
     I learned things about the Social Security system
 that I never knew or understood before this happened
 to her.
            A year or two later a customer showed up
 at the radiator shop with a rad for me to fix.
    It was just a normal,minor repair job that I usually
 charged about 20 bucks to repair..if the rad was removed from the vehicle.
     The man bringing it in the door was a very sorry site.
  He was crippled in ways that would be hard for me to
 describe to you. He ask if I could repair his rad, and then ask what it would cost. I explained the process
 and the price and saw that he was stressed about
 the cost. He explained to me that he was unable to
 work, and his only source of income was workman's
 compensation from his last employer. His un-employment checks had run out, and he had a wife and two kids to support at home. I ask him what had happened to cause him to be in that situation.
       His job was window washing and painting
 exterior surfaces on high-rise buildings. He said
  a scaffold he was working from had failed and he
 fell 5 stories to the ground. He spent six months
 in the hospital healing many broken bones, and then
 spent another six months at home doing re-hab.
    He was finally told he could go back to work after
 this year of horror. TWO WEEKS after he began working
 again, the scaffold he was working from broke, and sent
 him plunging 6 floors to the ground. He survived the
 fall and spent a complete year in the hospital while
 the doctors attempted to salvage what was left of
 his twisted pile of broken bones. If you took one
 look at this guy, you would know his story was real.
    He looked like all his bones had been re-arranged
 in a very bad way. He said he could no longer work,
 and had been home from the hospital for over six months. Again, his only income was coming from his union workman's comp, and it didn't amount to very much. I ask him if he was getting Social Security
 disability and he said he couldn't get it untill he
 turned 62 years old.[ He was 56 ]
       He didn't believe me when I told him he could
 get it now, so I made a deal with him. I told him to go
 to the Local Social Security office and explain to them
 what had happened to him. I told him if he went,
 I would fix his radiator job for free. He went.
      When he returned, the guy broke down and told
 me they would now be sending him benefit checks,
 plus a good sum of money that they owed him in
 retro payments from the initial time of his injuries.
     No social workers or doctors ever told him that
 he could attain these benefits. I gave him his
 free rad job,shook his hand and helped him load it
 in his barrowed car. The guy was so broke up with
 emotion he nearly couldn't speak without sobbing.
      The amount he would recieve would allow him
 to survive with some funds he never knew he was due.
       I felt some pride that my wifes situation,
 as bad as that was, had in a strange way helped
 this poor guy with his situation.
        I get a little pissed when I hear our Congressmen
 and Senators talking about cutting Social security and
 Medicare and do NOTHING about military spending.
     Some folks in this country NEED and deserve
 help to live with a small bit of dignity and self worth.
 
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Toad,

It makes me cry in a good way, knowing there are people like you, who care enough to make a difference for someone else.

Your wife is smiling down on you!

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Toad...
 
I think the best thing one can do in this life is to truly care for your fellow man...
to show compassion and understanding, regardless of the circumstances.
 
Because occasionally it can be a game-changer. It can change someone's life
in a hugely significant way and lift them up. You did that because that's "in you."
 
Here's to ya.
 
Jeff 
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         I did what all of you would do in the same
 situation. This man's story needed to be shared to
 those who may not understand how some folks can
 really suffer from things completely out of their control.
    Investing part of your wages in a dis-ability system
 that provides help for needy folks has much merit.
  It is a abomination that some would attempt to
 scam that system, but it has been done...past and
 present days. Some of us will someday need help.
  You never know when that person might be you.
 
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         To keep the humor alive in this thread, I
 have decided to share with you the "Ed's Radiator"
 promo song for radio and TV ads that I was never
 able to afford. It is sung to the melody of the old
 country song.."The Walbash Cannonball"  /////
 
   "When you hear the jangle, the rumble, and the
 roar..and you think that your radiator is commin'
 through the floor,  Don't you fret and worry..w'ell
 fix er up like new, at "Ed's Radiator Repair" on
 Ontago Avenue !
      My ex-employee Johnnie Schmitt wrote it.
   He now is an expert ferrier who shoes million
 dollar Tennessee Walking Horses. He was the BEST
 radiator man I ever met. I learned much from him.
   You gotta love his song for the shop !
 
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          LABOR RELATIONS DETROIT STYLE
 
      I remember coming home from a hard days work
 at the Rad shop...we were very busy, and it was hot
 outside. I had dinner, & Nancy & I plopped down on
 the couch to listen to the local news broadcast on TV.
       The major story for the evening was a walk-off
 strike by the City of Detroit Garbage Workers Union.
  If you didn't know, Detroit is a Union town...ALL
 THE WAY.
          The news anchor was explaining that the strike
 was over 3 weeks old, and the City couldn't get an
 agreement settled between them & the union.
    The anchor then passed the story to a roving reporter
 that was at the union hall..live. The reporter was
 explaining that the city was calling for "binding arbitration" to begin, and the union was bringing in the
 arbitrator to meet with the members and the City officials so the strike might be settled.
       He then started to interview the local union
president..[a worker himself]. All the members were in
 the hall,right behind the president, sitting in chairs.
   They all looked very stern and pissed.
     He starts out asking the pres what he thought about
 the City & arbitrator situation.
      The Union President grabs the mic and says:
  "We don't care nuttin' about no bindin's arbitratins,...
 We just wants MORE MONEY...Right fellas? " as
 the camera pans to the members, they all jump up
 screaming "Right on, brother !!!!"
    The president's speech had me laughing for days...
 It was better entertainment than any of the usual
 sit-coms on primetime.Big%20smile They settled the strike in
 less than a week, with the union getting "Mo Money."Wink
      In Detroit, we don't get into long,drawn out
 squabbles to solve issues. We keep it basic..You dig?
  LOLLOLLOLLOL
 
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Classic Stuff from 
Toad and Snick 
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