
Why we became gear heads….


I was just out in the Danger Zone going through some old coffee cans full of crap that the Old Guy across the street was going to deep six that I couldn’t bear to see when I ran across an old Ball Peen hammer head with the handle broke off.
So I stuck it in the vise to knock the broken part out of the eye.
Low and behold, I see a Flat Bladed screw sticking up out of it.
“Fuckin’ Rednecks” I mutter to myself under my breath.
There just so happened to be an old wood handled screwdriver in the can also so I snatched it up to get the screw out.
Imagine my surprise when this is what came out.


A real wedge screw made just for holding hammer handles on.
I can’t even REMEMBER the last time I saw one of those but it HAS to be at least forty years ago.
This is why I do everything I can not to let that old bastard throw anything away that even REMOTELY looks salvageable.
He still has several buckets full of old crap sitting over there that I am just dying to get my grubby little mitts on, just to see what other little surprises he has stashed away.
I have told him repeatedly not to throw anything away and that I will PAY for anything he doesn’t want anymore.
I still have another coffee can full of crap to go through and I also found another perfectly good wood handled screwdriver.



This sounds like it would be VERY difficult to play in the first place but to almost copy it note for note would be next to impossible.
They did an excellent job of it here.
Hell, not only did she remember them, she can still sing every one of these jingles all the way through.
Me?
Not so much.
NO CHEATING UNTIL YOU ARE DONE!

I missed #’s 2 and 8.
They were still familiar but I couldn’t remember the product.
She rattled them right off.
That woman watches too much television.























I know I haven’t been what is and was considered “Normal”, my whole freaking life.
I have always marched to my own beat and could give a fuck if anybody liked it or not.
At this point in my life, I believe I am whatever the opposite of “Normal” is and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Because if what I am seeing out there is what passes for normal, I think I might have to take several more steps away from it.





