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Americans used to build things.
Ted Kluszeski. I remember him well. Also on the famous 1961 Los Angeles Angels inaugural team which, to everyone’s surprise, did not finish last in the American League. Or did they? No, they couldn’t have…more likely the Washington Senators: “first in war, first in peace, last in the American League”
I’ve spent my lifetime working with my hands, from custom rifles to custom log homes and conventional structures. The Governor of Idaho sits in a bathtub under my logwork. Been restoring old hand tools for quite some time also. Most of my work will still be around for a few hundred years. Nobody with a laptop or cell phone can equal that. Even the smarmy exceptional ones.
Perhaps the coming enlightenment will bring about a demand for handicrafts. Not everyone can be a stockbroker.
Ahhh. The high school shop class and the fruits born therein. With cheap imports from the Asian belt, it has become more cost effective to junk thy trusty broken whatever and upgrade to a more complicated a gut-less whatever wonder. And with easy zero interest financing to boot, you have the perfect solution.
Coming from the auto repair world, it becomes an easier remedy to scrap ye trusty 15 year old rust bucket than repair it because you can probably borrow money to buy another rust bucket way easier than borrow money to fix ye ole POS.
As the economic storm clouds swirl about and eventully turn into a cyclone, the bailing twine and coat hangers, and yes duct tape will come out of the closet only to be thrown to the side. Because the technological marveled gadget adorned POS has been made next to imposible to make it work without mucho grande pesos to buy said components needed to make it go. Do you remember seeing pictures of third world transit via a four legged steed pulling part of a Detroit lawn ornament? That may be the future. There will be exceptions to this but the crux of the reply is McGeiver will be golden in the collapse. The hands on trades guys and gals should always be able to care for his family because he has tangible and fungible skills. Something, it seems, the Department of Education thinks not worthy to support anymore.
My family heritage is from the steel mills. Dad, brothers, uncles and grandpas all “worked the mills.” Dad could take apart and put back together most anything with a pen knife, crescent wrench, and screwdriver. Stuff that he could not was not worth the bother.
So spending the first 18 years of life at the homestead, it infused first my fingers, then my brain, and ultimately my spirit with a “can do” attitude. Yep–I spent a few years “down in the mills,” but got tired of the dirt, grime, and constant cyclical layoffs, so I did the unspeakable–went to college. As a 25+ year old. “Gramps” my fellow students called me.
Uncle Sam called and I was back in university with “book learnin’.” I was blessed with a French prof who constantly opined he greatly respected the guy who worked on his Peugeot. THAT stuck with me–la Francaise not so much.
Got my degrees and even a law degree. They don’t mean a hill of beans. My imagination and hands-on experiences were what counted.
Practised law for 35 years and could not be bullshitted by the worthy Ivy league “opposing counsel” from the silk-stocking crowd I usually faced. Tore up them and their phoney “expert” witness with relish.Most lawyers don’t have clue about vernier calipers, micrometers. or milling machines; I did.
There literally is “gold in them thar hills” of hands-on experiences and trade school training with craftsmanship. I went home every night from an office setting where I could say: “I did THIS well today!” I was satisfied.
And at home at the ranch, there was not a thing I could not do: plumbing, electrical, roofing, tractor repair, minor vet work–did it al. The beautiful wife of 50 Summers shakes her head and says: “Now, what are you up to?”
P.S. My kid brother, who is still “back in the steel mill,” and driving a beater pick-up, said 2015 is a good year for him. Weekend are triple-overtime, meaning close to $900 per day. He laughs–all the way to the bank–at his “executive” neighbors.
I’m guessing that he worked on his Peugeot partly because no mechanic in the area would touch “… them furrin jobs”.
This is truth. Pure and simple.
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This is truth. Plain and simple.
Best book I’ve read in twenty years.
The best part of my life has been fixing things- at home, at work, hell, while camping. It’s good for the mind, body and soul.
What a great thought: bringing back shop, cooking, sewing, 4H, and assorted other “useless” classes!! We wonder why our children are fat, lonely, dealing & using drugs, have little respect for authority; well idle hands ARE the Devil’s workshop. Imagine actually creating something that is useful, can be duplicated, and serves a purpose.
I can remember my male cousins working on cars after school, usually with an uncle, sometimes my dad, or a male neighbor all blabbing opinions. The struggle of getting a reluctant engine to fire, a wheel to spin effortlessly, or repairing a torn piece of upholstery was character building. It taught team work, dissenting opinions, and 5000 ways to get it wrong. These were the guys who grew up to win the space race, made medical miracles happen, and served with distinction in VietNam despite that bastard Lyndon Baines Johnson.
We now have white privilege bullcrap classes, genitalia classes, and fairness forever. God help us.
“In all labor there is profit,
But mere talk leads only to poverty.” – Proverbs 14:23
My Dad used to get disgusted when he’d see me reading comic books as a kid and tell me, “Make yourself useful!”
It was irritating at the time, but in hindsight, really good advice.
Since then, having been a cook, mechanic, electronics tech, and software engineer, it has been my experience and observation that:
Can-do + diligence + continuous learning + trustworthiness = prosperity
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