john peck
Well-Known Member
I had quit a carpenter job at the end of july to go prospecting on the south shoulder of Mt. Elbert.
but abandoned my camp at timberline after 3 nights of violent thunderstorms resembling
artillery barrages, Some strikes were so close that they literally made my hair stand on end. So, I
packed up & walked down to my dilapidated old ford galaxy in Twin Lakes. You had to park it on
hill as there were 2 teeth missing from the flywheel requiring a deal of luck to start.
That afternoon I rolled into Aspen with 7 bucks & a quarter tank of gas. I drove around lookin'
for a job site, & found one just nailin' down plywood on the floor joists. As was my frequent
habit, I slept in the front seat with my feet hangin' out the door.
Next morning
i heard the crew arrive, hopped up, put on my tool belt, & shoved a pencil into my hat band.
I asked foreman if he needed help, He asked how much I wanted. I boldly said $8 an hr, ( The rest
of his crew had come from Grand Junction & were getting $4.75 an hour) So then he points at
a huge bunk of 2 x 6, & a 14" radial arm saw, "Can you handle that?" " I bleve so," sez I.
I spent the next hour at the prints on a list of dimensions etc,, also building a saw table
marked with dimensions,. Then,I had at it! Come 4:30 I'd cut every stud, header, sill, & cripple for
that 4-plex & lugged 'em into place.
AS we were rollin' up, the boss walks up to me & sez,"Son, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to let
you go. I've got all the knotheads I need to pound nails & some have families." With that he pressed
2 one hundred dollar bills in my palm & said good luck. I'd asked $8 an hr, & got $25 an hr. As a bonus
i was once again blissfully unemployed. I celebrated with a pint of vodka & a 3 pd. chuck roast over an
open fire down in the old hobo camp below the Maroon crik bridge. Gary Cooper had also lived there
once, being homeless in Aspen. (too be continued)
but abandoned my camp at timberline after 3 nights of violent thunderstorms resembling
artillery barrages, Some strikes were so close that they literally made my hair stand on end. So, I
packed up & walked down to my dilapidated old ford galaxy in Twin Lakes. You had to park it on
hill as there were 2 teeth missing from the flywheel requiring a deal of luck to start.
That afternoon I rolled into Aspen with 7 bucks & a quarter tank of gas. I drove around lookin'
for a job site, & found one just nailin' down plywood on the floor joists. As was my frequent
habit, I slept in the front seat with my feet hangin' out the door.
Next morning
i heard the crew arrive, hopped up, put on my tool belt, & shoved a pencil into my hat band.
I asked foreman if he needed help, He asked how much I wanted. I boldly said $8 an hr, ( The rest
of his crew had come from Grand Junction & were getting $4.75 an hour) So then he points at
a huge bunk of 2 x 6, & a 14" radial arm saw, "Can you handle that?" " I bleve so," sez I.
I spent the next hour at the prints on a list of dimensions etc,, also building a saw table
marked with dimensions,. Then,I had at it! Come 4:30 I'd cut every stud, header, sill, & cripple for
that 4-plex & lugged 'em into place.
AS we were rollin' up, the boss walks up to me & sez,"Son, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to let
you go. I've got all the knotheads I need to pound nails & some have families." With that he pressed
2 one hundred dollar bills in my palm & said good luck. I'd asked $8 an hr, & got $25 an hr. As a bonus
i was once again blissfully unemployed. I celebrated with a pint of vodka & a 3 pd. chuck roast over an
open fire down in the old hobo camp below the Maroon crik bridge. Gary Cooper had also lived there
once, being homeless in Aspen. (too be continued)
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