Friday, September 18, 2009
My Son the .... ??
My roommate, Barry, was that kid. It was always Architecture for him. I thought to myself ... you know, since I couldn't come up with anything that sounded cool ... I'll do it too.
So Barry and I signed up together for our classes and then went shopping for Architecture supplies.
Whoa. In those days, before computers, every thing was designed and measured and modelled by hand. We needed drawing boards ... we also needed special pens, drawing tools, rolls of paper the size of Louisiana. Two part time jobs later, I almost had enough money to cover one of the rapidiograph pens.
Barry had an unbelievable work ethic. He came home from classes, immediately got to work and was in bed by 9PM. I too had an ethic ... non work related ... I did everything BUT study. I saved that until 9PM when Barry was asleep. I didn't do this on purpose. There were just so many distraction: television, beer, girls, beer, televison, beer ... oh and there was a fly once in my room that just wouldn't go away.
Barry and I have so much in common. I visited them both .
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