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Chapter Twenty Five – When The Bullet Hits The Bone

Posted by LOTGK on June 30, 2011

My Office Has A Window

It was 1980. A new decade. A new hope. Hopefully a new job. I was 20 years old and a Junior in college when the planets cosmically aligned thus setting me on a strange and bizarre sojourn as a newly hired employee at a little red pole barn in Columbiana. This sojourn is titled, “My Office Has A Window” even though in reality, there were no windows at all.

Chapter Twenty Five – When The Bullet Hits The Bone

Help I’m steppin’ into the Twilight Zone
Place is a madhouse
Feels like being cloned
My beacons been moved
Under moon and star
Where am I to go Now that I’ve gone too far

As ordered, I made the trek to the new Youngstown, Ohio warehouse the next day. Everyone had already settled in to the new place, but there I was, a veteran and everything looked strange to me. I looked at all the office space, the big garages, and had a funny feeling that I was here before. It slowly dawned on me that my father had worked at this exact place a long, long time ago. Just a different name, a different company, a different time, a different generation.

Walking through the office I said hello to the folks I knew and found plenty of new people saying hello to me. Towards the back of the offices, I saw the executive staff including the new guy, Mr. Copasetic and waved and yelled out “Howdy” to them all. For just a moment, the executives (The brain trust) all stopped in their tracks, looked up from their work, and calmly smiled and said hello back.

I had arrived. Mr. Copasetic told me how much he liked the new items I had shrink wrapped for him in Columbiana. (He had them tacked on his office wall) Yatta yatta yatta. I really wasn’t paying a lot of attention. I wanted to see the huge warehouse and multi door dock. I wanted to see the new high tech modern operation of which I would now call home.

I was excited. I really was. I was thinking, no more hand loading orders, hoisting countless boxes from the ground into the truck. No more circle of fear. We could load a truck in 10 minutes with the forklifts and floor jacks instead of it taking two hours. We could do 50 times the amount of business with little or no effort. I could have all the shipping papers and equipment stacked neatly and efficiently instead of on a folding card table that also doubled as the lunch table. And since we could produce so much more work, it meant less overtime. Just then, a little man in a white suit tapped me on the leg and exclaimed, “Where the hell do you think you are? Fantasy Island? Next fantasy, next fantasy!” Actually, it was Mac. He said he would give me the tour of the plant and show me where I would be working. Somehow this all seemed way to familiar to me. I was hoping he didn’t hand me any keys.

On the back wall of the dock, I saw my new home, the shipping office. I use the term “Office” loosely here. I should say shipping area. The office was a 15 foot by 15 foot area enclosed by chicken wire held down by several old truck tires and a few poles. It was a dusty dirty mess with old paper and scraps all over the floor. Incredibly, it was a huge improvement over Columbiana. Some major cleaning, a gallon of Ajax, pine sol, and a strong pair of wire cutters, and I would be in business. Still no office windows, but I was used to that.

Little did I know that the Youngstown warehouse was in a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. A middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition. That lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge.

The sign post up ahead. The next stop…..

But that’s another story, another legend, another time.

There was just one more thing left for me to do.

Read The Final Chapter 26 Here…

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Old Firehouse Winery

Posted by LOTGK on June 13, 2008

old firehouse winery

A Staple Icon At Geneva On The Lake

This classic fire truck has been at Geneva On The Lake since the early 1960′s. I used to play on it when we came to Geneva as a young lad. I used to climb on the back, hang onto the sides with my feet on the running boards, and of course, sit in the drivers seat and spin the wheel as if I were driving.

It now rests here, just outside the Old Firehouse Winery and restaurant. Although it looks rough and rugged, the restaurant is very clean and accommodating.

Good times, good times.

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The Bug Light God

Posted by LOTGK on March 12, 2008

The year was 1980. A new decade and a new job. I was 20 years old and was one step into a sojourn that would last several years.

As the days got longer and turned into night, we, the warehouse workers, like moths to a flame, would gravitate toward the almighty bug light. Looking for inner peace, solace, wisdom, meaning, and a little relief from the biting bugs that lived and fed in Youngstown.

Since we had to work outside the warehouse as well as inside, the summer months were brutal with swarms of pests buzzing around. Biting flies, mosquitoes, moths, gnats, grasshoppers, locusts, bee’s, wasps, and every other flying insect under the sun would zero in on the only source of flesh and light in the vast farmland that surrounded us.

Every year, right around this time, to combat these bastards, we dragged out the giver of light and reliever of itch from the biblical swarms of insects. Thus the religion of The Eternal Bug Light was formed.

After several years, the bug light became an icon and more importantly, a God to us warehouse workers. If we were in the bug lights good graces, it would have pity on us and bestow its powers shining its light upon us and protect us by killing and keeping the insects away from us. If we were to ever fall out of favor with the almighty bug light, the consequences were so severe that no one talked about them, not even under our breath lest the bug light god hear us.

To keep the god happy, we needed to pay homage. This was in the form of an annual ceremony, a sort of Fry Me A Bug Light festival to appease the god. We would prepare the holy power cord for insertion into the electrical outlet. We would also arrange and then pay homage to the enchanted nail that magically kept the god suspended above us, and of course prepare a feast for the entire cult to consume.

The festival seemed to work as the bug light god kept us safe in the summer evenings as we heard the humming of electricity coursing through its wire mesh screens. Sometimes we would gather round our god and cheer as loud crackling and zapping noises would announce each new bug checking into the bug light hotel.

And not just bugs either. Our bug light god was a little dangerous because unlike normal lights, ours did not have a front or bottom screen guard to keep out larger objects such as a very unlucky bird or the bottom of someone’s head. The light was suspended just under 6 feet in the air, and tall worshippers who lost sight of where they were in conjunction with the light would get rudely introduced to their god. As in the bible, they would carry the mark of the beast for several weeks until the burn marks healed.

Alas, one evening, a large bird entered the radar screen of the bug light god. In an instant, the bird dive bombed into the light and got caught inside. High pitched zapping sounds were heard much like in the classic movie “Frankenstein” when the monster was struck by lightning in an electrical storm.

A huge battle had begun. The bug light flickered and hummed, summoning up all it’s power while the bird began screeching and fluttering it’s wings, till finally, both burst into flames sending the worshippers running. The bug light came crashing to the ground and we watched as the flames engulfed bird and light.

We were free of the bug light god, and a rule was sent forth that no more bug lights could adorn our warehouse wall. We stocked up on “Off” bug repellent and continued to have the festival that quickly turned into our annual lamb roast.

I can still hear and smell the bugs as they sizzled in the screens. Man, that was living….

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Is This Chick Hooking On The Corner

Posted by LOTGK on December 16, 2007

Giant Alien Clad In Bikini Hailing A Cab
A Giant Alien woman wearing a sexy red hot bikini was photographed strutting her stuff in the little town of Canfield, Ohio today. During the near one hour spectacle, she repeatedly stopped traffic as the menfolk stopped to stare. Just as the Grassy Knoll Institute team of scientists were making their approach, the Giant Alien woman ran to safety and was whisked away by a waiting giant alien space craft.


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Inner Circle Pizza

Posted by LOTGK on December 5, 2007

Inner Circle Pizza

Inner Circle Pizza, Youngstown State University, Youngstown, Ohio.

Todays menu choice was a 12 inch pepperoni pizza. The crust was thick and crunchy, not burnt, but well done. The sauce was tangy, spicy, and hot. The cheese was a good blend of several varieties. Of course it was topped with pepperoni.

All the slices were completely cut, which is important so as not to rip half the cheese and pepperoni off another slice. The cost was a little pricey for a 12 inch pizza at $8.95 with pepperoni.

All in all, the Grassy Knoll Institute awards Inner Circle pizza 3 shots out of 5 and recommends Inner Circle for lunch.

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