I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard at work before! This guy has a gift – if not for welding, then definitely for writing!
Attempting to weld in the age of duct tape
Al Batt, Tales from Exit 22
Published Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I don’t like to wear socks.
I wear them but I don’t like it.
I consider socks to be a fire hazard.
I took a welding class at a college that once thrived in Waseca.
It wasn’t my idea. It was my employer’s idea. He felt that the duct tape I used wasn’t as strong as a weld. He was annoyingly conscientious. Welding started during the Bronze Age, and it survives into the Duct Tape Age. I went to college during the day and worked nights. The welding class gave me something to fill those hours that I had been wasting on sleep.
My father had taught me how to weld with a derelict welder he had rescued from a junkyard. It was a serious stapler that performed basic farm welding with little attention paid to aesthetics.
On the farm, I welded broken wagon tongues and tractor hitches. I gave up welding once I quit breaking wagon tongues and tractor hitches.
I would have been happy not knowing anything more about welding. Welding isn’t even an Olympic event. It could be in the Winter Olympics. Replacing the brooms with welders would make curling a little more exciting.