Whoa! Didja get the numbers off that truck?!?


November 24, 2005 - 8:41 a.m.

Prodigal Son Returns



May I take this opportunity to say that Terminal 2 at O'Hare is a dingy yellowed dump. I remember being in that terminal about 25 years ago, thinking the same thing. They've improved it though. They plumbed in some black pipe and suspended a sprinkler system just below the timeworn metal ceiling and yellowed flourescent lights. I wouldn't have noticed had the tacky Xmas decorations not drawn my eyes upward.

Regardless, Son1 appeared from the crowd of weary, 2-hour-delayed travellers. He looks so clean cut! He has to, it counts toward his grade. Not only do they teach him how to rebuild wreckage, they emphasize professionalism and image. His being a non-smoker gives him 60 extra points alone.

He talked non-stop on the way home, he has so much to tell! He talks about using a piano wire wound between two dowel rods to saw the gasket to get the windshield out. He talks about frame straightening, with 3 mm factory tolerances. He talks about the experience his teachers bring; they talk as much about shop ownership as they talk the how-to.

He's halfway through.







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