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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Vague disappointment hangs over my being as I notice the menu at the brewpub offers no half-portions o_O

That brewpub is a good place to be for a musician. When there's live music and all. Pre-plague its SRO on weekend nights. Down the street a bit at a gourmet pizza joint, there an outdoor stage ....

But we're talking Chicago, yes?

Oh hey @the harp unstrung I found this today


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Vague disappointment hangs over my being as I notice the menu at the brewpub offers no half-portions o_O

That brewpub is a good place to be for a musician. When there's live music and all. Pre-plague its SRO on weekend nights. Down the street a bit at a gourmet pizza joint, there an outdoor stage ....

But we're talking Chicago, yes?

Oh hey @the harp unstrung I found this today



If only you had a dog with you to share those large portions. They're always willing to help.

20 Great Dog-Friendly Restaurants and Bars in Chicago
 
I worked like that delivering flyers as an under 16 year old kid. I'm sure that it was illegal. You'd line up, they drove by and took the first so many depending on their needs that day. We got crammed into a van, if they passed a cop they shouted at us to shut up. You'd work for about an hour, pay was $1 cash. That was a lot to me back then.

I made $1 a day delivering newspapers and that was a lot more hours. Newspapers must have a lot of political clout. They hired a lot of underage kids. Nobody paid taxes.

My paper route yielded barely enough to cover the cost of the papers. The paper's rep always had these prizes like model car kits you could get for signing up new customers. The thing is you could never sign up enough customers to get the prize. Wow. What a deal! Then there were the customers who wouldn't pay or complained if I threw their paper on the roof or hit the metal panel at the bottom of a storm door. lol. The weight also did a number on the back wheel. All of the spokes worked loose. I did it for less than a year.

Summer jobs - My worst $1/hr job was loading hay in the summer especially if you got the job of unloading and stacking in a barn. Then the "friend" who got us the jobs decided he would be the one to drive the bob truck. He went too fast and we couldn't keep up. Hay was falling off the loader to the ground. I did that job two times. I didn't want the money that bad.

Then I worked for a moving company loading and unloading furniture from storage. I stayed with that a couple of weeks and quit after the older guy I worked with left me holding a recliner above my head while he sat down to rest.
 
In the stoopid news department, another doofus "gender-reveal" party went tragically wrong. Shocking. In the Cancun area, a couple chartered a plane to tow a banner announcement over the boat on which the party was being held. As the plane circled the boat it suddenly nose-dived into the water, killing the pilot and co-pilot. And of course, there is lots of video of the whole thing, because several of the guests recorded it on their phones. (Because these days, it must not have happened, or you didn't eat that meal, or you didn't really see the deer from 200 yards away unless you can whip out your phone and see the pic or vid.) Well, at least they didn't burn down an entire national forest in the process. This time, the participants didn't cause the problem, but the problem wouldn't have occurred, and the people wouldn't have been killed if they had just had a few friends over and shared their happy news. But no. Everything has to be an event, so it can be milked for internet karma.

Idiots. I should have had a reveal party when I changed the tubes in my amp.
 
Thanks according to steve parish they had wolf with them in Europe 72 it was unnamed at the time but they found the stickers there. Apparently that image was already patented in the USA. You are correct, it was not publicly played until 73.


Mission Control, the bass that blew my (and everyone else's) mind: "Les Paul once came to a Grateful Dead show to check out the electronics – the crew thought his name was on the guest list as a joke until he showed up."
 
My paper route yielded barely enough to cover the cost of the papers. The paper's rep always had these prizes like model car kits you could get for signing up new customers. The thing is you could never sign up enough customers to get the prize. Wow. What a deal! Then there were the customers who wouldn't pay or complained if I threw their paper on the roof or hit the metal panel at the bottom of a storm door. lol. The weight also did a number on the back wheel. All of the spokes worked loose. I did it for less than a year.

Summer jobs - My worst $1/hr job was loading hay in the summer especially if you got the job of unloading and stacking in a barn. Then the "friend" who got us the jobs decided he would be the one to drive the bob truck. He went too fast and we couldn't keep up. Hay was falling off the loader to the ground. I did that job two times. I didn't want the money that bad.

Then I worked for a moving company loading and unloading furniture from storage. I stayed with that a couple of weeks and quit after the older guy I worked with left me holding a recliner above my head while he sat down to rest.

It sounds like you and I both had the same agent booking us jobs. I had a paper route for 2 years from 73-75 South side of Ft. Worth. I then moved to Johnson County, where about the only jobs available were hauling hay. But we were paid by the bale, twenty cents a bale, divided by however many were working. While it built muscles, and "character" I am not an advocate. We would have thought we had died and gone to heaven, if they had been making round bales then. Of course that pretty much did away with hay hauling jobs anyway.
 
Yes, for those that follow them. There are still a lot of unlicensed workers, as I have found ;). Many of them to excellent work.
Back in the late '80s, I was on the Village Board of Winfield, IL. The very well known John's Buffet bar and grill was across the street from the village hall. Left a lot of my money there. Pretty blue collar.

Winfield had over 100 train crossings a day, commuter and freight. Railroad crossing maintenance is the responsibility of the rail line, not the owner of the crossing road.

One day when when I was in the Buffet for lunch, the local union guys were also in there for lunch. They were complaining that the workers maintaining crossing probably weren't union. After a couple of pops (draft and a shot), one of them decided to head out and ask for their union cards. We watched him out of the windows.

He got up to a guy operating a front loader and yelled something at him. The guy on the front loader turned and yelled at his coworkers. And every single one of them ran, abandoning their equipment and the job site.

Apparently, when the union guy asked for his card, the front loader dude must have thought he was asking for his green card. Which he didn't have. Neither did any of his coworkers.

All undocumented!

It took the rail line a couple of days to find another crew (legal this time) to clean up the abandoned mess.
 
Back in the late '80s, I was on the Village Board of Winfield, IL. The very well known John's Buffet bar and grill was across the street from the village hall. Left a lot of my money there. Pretty blue collar.

Winfield had over 100 train crossings a day, commuter and freight. Railroad crossing maintenance is the responsibility of the rail line, not the owner of the crossing road.

One day when when I was in the Buffet for lunch, the local union guys were also in there for lunch. They were complaining that the workers maintaining crossing probably weren't union. After a couple of pops (draft and a shot), one of them decided to head out and ask for their union cards. We watched him out of the windows.

He got up to a guy operating a front loader and yelled something at him. The guy on the front loader turned and yelled at his coworkers. And every single one of them ran, abandoning their equipment and the job site.

Apparently, when the union guy asked for his card, the front loader dude must have thought he was asking for his green card. Which he didn't have. Neither did any of his coworkers.

All undocumented!

It took the rail line a couple of days to find another crew (legal this time) to clean up the abandoned mess.
C&NW-Employee Owned.:bag:
 
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