No matter what I do in the future, nothing will be as stressful as driving the monorail crane in the Kohler foundry. Below the crane swung a ladle filled with four and a half tons of molten iron. I transported it from the melt furnaces to the holding furnaces, lowering it, raising it, keeping it from swinging. At five thirty in the morning, there is nothing more mesmerizing than the arc of molten iron burning through four feet of space from the lip of my ladle into the trough of the furnace. But, after an especially mesmerizing pour, when, transfixed so thoroughly that I missed the signal to stop, I overflowed the holding furnace risking the lives of a few co-workers, I stopped appreciating the arc so carefully.
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Hey Greg - Those were hot summer days weren't they? You came home, took a shower and often napped on the deck. You respected the men and they came to respect you too. I was just telling Tracey (bragging to be exact) about those summers you worked at Kohler.
Posted by: Mom | May 21, 2009 at 03:37 PM