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Discussion in 'Personal Diaries' started by Faye Fox, Nov 7, 2019.
Mountain Woman on the River 1979
One summer I worked as a welder on a bridge construction
project. Some days were spent in a harness on the side and
under the bridge checking welds before the State Inspector found
a weak one and delayed the project. Us welders worked in leathers
so we took breaks every 30 minutes to stand in the shade and drink
water and Gatorade. I learned to hate Gatorade. It was hot usually
in the high 80's. We started early in the AM, so about 2 PM we stopped
and I went to my pickup with the board and sail on top-rack and a quick removal
of sweat-soaked tights and thin tank top (a buffer between the leathers and my bikini)
and my sweat-soaked bikini was revealed and soon to be baptized and freed of the days salt
deposits and once again washed in the waters of the mighty river. Evenings were spent in our
little camper trailer circle where three other ladies on the job, also windsurfers, and I cooked dinner,
played guitars, and then off to bed. The guys all had their campers in the lot by the general store and
bar a few miles down the road. They spent their evening drinking beer, except one guy that read his Bible
and preached to them until he fell asleep. Since his name was John, they called him John the Baptist. I
remember one evening he came down to our camp with a couple of other guys that had made confessions.
They were all drunk. After he baptized the two repenters, he came over to our camp and put his arm around
my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "Faye you know I am drunk, but it was the only way to get these guys
to confess. Do you think God will forgive me?" Here I am in a bikini top that looked more like a material shy training
bra stretched over my paltry boobs and he wants to confess to me his reasons for getting drunk. Us girls had all had
a couple of cold beers and just finished playing and singing Sloane's (sung B. McQuire) Eve Of Destruction. All I could say is,
"God works in mysterious ways." Those were the days. This photo was taken by a friend using a telescopic lens.
I try to recreate what would have been seen through a telescope.
@Von Jones Not hurt or devastated at all. I had to admit she was funny and played that one well. I was just trying to be funny this morning. Greenwich Mean time is a world standard time. I never understood why they say Mean Time because that infers a time in-between two other times. I was just being a smarty pants with the Kind Time. Here is the definition of Greenwich Mean Time: The mean solar time at the Greenwich meridian, adopted as the standard time in a zone that includes the British Isles.
Restrooms in France are labeled "pissoire".
@Frank Sanoica It sounds like such a fancier word in French....doesn't it?
Greenwich Mean Time, also referred to in official communiques as GMT, is also known as "ZULU".
The on street pissoires (is that for real) I saw in Paris in 79/80 were hardly private.. quite the opposite. See if I can find a pic of one.
This is similar to the toilets I saw. As I said not a lot of privacy. What about those "peep" holes? The roof covering did not keep you very dry if you suddenly had to go in a down pour.
Greenwich Mean Time is also known in the International Military as "ZULU" time.
We heard you the first time.
Yes, I see that now.