Listen to your wife.  “Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.”  ~ Frederick Buechner

 

I have been looking for machinist tools for Zeke and found a good deal on several micrometers but no matter how hard we try to keep my wife's dining room table clear, motorcycle paraphanilia ends up on it, and so did the micrometers. So as George Carlin use to say, "You gotta have a place for your stuff." 

Mom's table is not that place

Mom's table is not that place

 

Last Christmas one of my machinist friends Ryan Beyerl of 

http://www.707racing.com/ hooked Zeke up with a Red Kennedy Tool Box. So this year I was looking for a Kennedy Machinist box at Pawn Shops even though it was a slim chance of finding one and an even slimmer chance of finding one we could afford.  So my wife spent a complete day with us searching pawn shops for micrometers the weekend before and she says to me, "Have you tried so and so pawn shop on 35?"  

 

On the way home from work one day I stopped in and asked "do you have a Kennedy tool box" and the guy said "yes right over there." He showed me a 10 drawer Kennedy machinist box marked $85.00 and said, "I can do better than that."  Already shaking with excitement I was thinking how could it get any better than this? 

We started visiting and I was telling him that I wanted my son to come check out this box. His name was David and he said, "I can do $65.00 on the box". We started visiting and found out we had a mutual friend who had been murdered who owned a pawn shop in our home town. He said, "Phillip would warn me if trouble was coming my way and I would warn him if trouble was coming his way."  I told him I use to teach guitar to Phillip's son. He told me Phillip was the nicest guy in the world and had just stopped carrying a gun and selling guns shortly before his murder.  David pulled out a 40 cal. with hollow points and said, "I have to carry a gun."

Then we got on the topic of motorcycles and I told him about our recent Harley Sprint we acquired and he said, "I use to own a Sprint and it would whoop the big bikes until one kid road up on a Vincent Black Shadow." He then started telling me a story about his good friend Rusty Bradley and how Rusty had balls the size of Texas. They use to race in Rusty's 32 Ford!  As you know from my previous blog Rusty Bradley was a motorcycle racing phenom and road for Pete Dalio. I told him how I met Rusty Bradley's friend and mechanic Fred Bealle at the Pate Swap Meet. He said, "Ask Fred about Rusty's 32 Ford." 

I left to go get Zeke and we returned and bought the box and made a new friend. 

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Listen to your life and listen to your wife! Oh and one more thing...Zeke told David that his momma let's him keep motorcycles in her sun room. David said, "Marry someone like your momma!"

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