Memories

I can’t look at a crane today, or even an industrial construction site, without thinking about the crane operator who almost killed me 25 years ago because he was drunk while running his 100 ton machine. I turned him in, of course, and the union promptly turned around and went after me. Charming experience all around. Anyway, I don’t get the physical reaction of fight/flight any more but the visual memories are still quite clear.

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