Tuesday, August 31, 2010
As is the usual custom for new employees, I was given a site tour by some of the long-timers - second generation workers. Their fathers were scientists and engineers and the next generation were environmental clean up experts. The surrounding towns and people were surreal, the place was a like a throw-back to the 1950's. We all lived in houses built in the 40's by the Army Corps of Engineers, the men hunted and fished like a religion, and women quilted. We also popped out a lot of little pups (aka children).
One of the second generation workers was telling me about his family - his wife and 5 kids. In a good-natured way, I learned that after birthing 5 kids and living a comfortable life in "gods country", his wife was sort of "herfy", which I took to mean pleasingly plump.
After living there a few years, I bought a bike that we nicknames Herfy. A 3-wheeled adult tricycle with a huge basket in the back to carry everything I would want to take with me.
And now with our car-free lifestyle, Herfy has a new life and purpose, hauling heavy things. Today, Herf will be cleaned up, tuned up, and used to haul a propane tank for refueling. The propane tank ran out the day we sold our cars for scrap. As it turns out, every problem has a solution.