Monday, May 28, 2007
Helping my buddies with shingling their roof...really itz what life is all about, that and a good stout!
"And that's how it came to pass, that on the second-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of '49... wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning, drinking icy cold Black Label beer courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison. The colossal jerk even managed to sound magnanimous. We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders, and felt like free men. We could'a been tarring the roof of one of our own houses. We were the Lords of all Creation. As for Andy, he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer." Red [from Shawshank Redemption- a must-see Hollywood Classic]
Fate, Fossil Fuel, Folly, and Fatwas have Foiled the Founding Fathers' Formula for Freedom: 60 minutes. For the upcoming week, mostly mellow as itz full-on race season starting Sunday...