In 1950 I had the bejesus scared out of me when I went to movies and saw "The Thing." James Arness played the monster from outer space and I hid under the seat in front of me when he made his appearance. I'll always remember (and dream about) the last scene where the scientists cooked him on an electric grid and he goes up in a puff of smoke. Nothing but a pile of ashes remained. That's what I pictured when I saw myself reflected in a sheet of new diamond plate - I could imagine me and my truck going POOF! and disappearing.
My nephew is building an oyster skiff from aluminum plate. I was at his welding shop yesterday checking out the skiff's progress - I'll post a photo tomorrow.
Last evening I went to a chain restaurant (heaven forbid) called The Cheesecake Factory. I never eat in this type of place - 400 seats, a million screaming kids, weak drinks, Joe Sixpack and his family all pushing and shoving and screaming at the receptionist "Sixpack party of five!" They don't take reservations so we waited and waited. I went because it's my 12 year grandsons favorite place to eat - only for him. Never again. Coincidentally, one of my team members owns a restaurant consulting business and did the original menu planning and inventory control for this business. My small world just got smaller.
So here I am waiting to head out for yet another kid's birthday party, this one from the other side of the family. No modeling this weekend!
Have a day.