I'm not as old as I feel.
My Pops (bless his heart) put me to work in his roofing yard in the summers for 50¢ a day when I was a little kid, and when I turned 13 (teenager!) I got the big raise to 50¢ an hour!
He had me driving overloaded sizer lift bed trucks stocking roofs by 15.
Nice truck when it ran, otherwise all the roofing material had to be toted up a ladder.
You think NFL training camp is tough?
Pffttt.
Try going up and down a story or two ladder with ~#90 on your shoulder 100 times a day, most every day!
Where the **** were the steroids then!?
Anyway, I made a boatload of money for me and still close to me high school friends when I stared doing the application.
Anyway, when I was sick of that kind of work in the the early '80 and went to electronics school when simple logic chips were amazing and they still taught vacuum tube tech!
I was, umm, lets just say very fit, tanned and handsome for the prime of my good times days, but I found the body is a vengeful thing...
'Hurt me all you want, I'll fix you for now, but I'll constantly remind of each one of these on a constant basis when you get old'
Oh well, I sure took advantage of the good times...
You don't have to be 'rich' to throw an epic party...
Anyway I'm not a geezer yet (hehe), just getting a taste of whats coming and hoping Medial Science will find a way to keep my mind clear as I wither way.
I have an August 1st C treatment center appointment...
I am not optimistic.