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Good story. Reminds me of a friend of mine name Ron Jenke. His father owned the Gulf gas station. Ron could make great and loud sound imitations with his voice, had a powerful set of lungs. We'd be walking down the boulevard and he'd make a sound like a fire truck and everyone driving by...

My junior high had a home close by for boys transitioning back into society after doing some time or whatever. In shop class was a good way to get to know some of them. Two good purposes in that, one being that it could help them in deciding not to kill you, and they had some great and...

Over here, it's very rare to find a boy that can fix a flat tire on a bicycle, even the one that he has to ride everyday to junior high. Patch kits are available and you can get water and they still sell buckets, that's not the problem.

I could dig seeing cows roaming around at those white house press conferences held on the lawn there. Some mooing in the back ground. I think it would help to calm the country.

Shop seemed more the real world than those stuffy classrooms. Some shop teachers let their hair down too, more like normal people than just following some book. Shop class periods seemed too short and other classes seemed too long.

Junior high wood shop was very well equipped with a very fine brand of machinery. Machines and hand tools all well maintained, everything clean and well organized. The teacher, Mr. Verhoeven, ran a tight ship, and always there for the kids. Too bad the paper pushers couldn't understand the...