These days we are all becoming more aware how precious it is to have a job. Last I heard, reports were saying that a person would switch jobs every 7 years in their life. Lately, I be very appreciative to still be employed and it also got me thinking about all the good and bad places I’ve worked in the past… and I’ve definitely out paced the 7 year standard in my life.
I’m sure everyone can also remember their first experience earning actual cash. Mine was somewhere around the age of 15 or 16 working for a mason named Pete. Today, I just learned that he passed away. So I just wanted to say thanks for getting me to like tomatoes on my sandwiches, for the enjoyment of being a passenger in the old chevy pickup with the budweiser tap for a stick shift and a bumper sticker that said gotta love that shit kickin music… and thanks for the job.
With all of the hype on the news about Oswego gettting slammed with snow this past week, I felt compelled to see for myself exactly how much. Rochester always seems to escape the big snow fall. This is because of the general location in respect to the winds coming off Lake Ontario. They tend to hit the eastern and south east corners of the lake. So, Lindsay and I decided to do a little road trip in our quest to see the big snow. As we started heading east, the amount of snow mobilers started increasing so this was a good sign of heading in the right direction. Sure enough…as we got to the Oswego County line, the snow banks started to get higher. However, as we pulled into town, it was mostly the banks that were piled up…not so much on the ground. About 3-4 feet which is a good amount but not the 6-7 we were expecting. Oh well….still had fun.