Not All Knowledge Comes From College.

Short-cuts Lead To Long Delays.

My Mothers Dad Dropped Out Of The Eighth Grade To Work. He Had To. By The Time He Was 30, He Was A Master Electrician, Plumber, Carpenter, Mason, Mechanic. That Guy Was, To Me, A Magician. Anything That Was Broken, He Could Fix. Anybody Anywhere In Our Community Knew That If There Was A Problem, Carl Was There To Fix It.

Dirt Used To Be A Badge Of Honor. Dirt Used To Look Like Work. But We've Scrubbed The Dirt Off The Face Of Work And Consequently We've Created This Suspicion Of Anything That's Too Dirty.

Nobody Makes A Turd Like That And Lives.

Some Jobs Are Just Too Hideous To Contemplate.