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On Feb 1, 10:21 am, "Eisboch" wrote:
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I think "liberal arts" is code for indoctrination...

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Naw. Back in Harry's day (and mine) one elected "liberal arts" as a
course of study when you were entering college but didn't have a clue
what
you wanted to do with your life.

It's meaning has changed over the years.

Eisboch

So, when your parents kicked you out and you didn't want to go to work?

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That was one motivation for some, I am sure.

I always envied the high school juniors and seniors who, with the
assistance of their "guidance consolers", had chosen a field of future
employment by the ninth grade.

I was too busy investigating other things at that age to decide.

Eisboch

About all I was investigating in the 9th grade was ways to work after
school and on weekends to save up enough $$$ for the mandatory driving
school lessons I could take in the 10th grade to get my license.

My father said he would fix me up a car, but that paying for the lessons
was my part of the deal.

There were limited ways for those under 16 to work legal jobs in
Connecticut in those days. I mowed a lot of lawns and shoveled a lot of
snow off sidewalks.

ditto.

I worked part time at a garage in Bethany. I didn't have a license at
first, the owner knew it, but didn't care.

He used to have me drive customers home who left their car there for service
and even had me drive into New Haven a couple of times to pick up parts.
15-1/2 years old, no license. If my parents had known, I'd have been dead
meat. He used to do maintenance work for the CT state police cars at the
barracks up the street from the garage. I used to drive the unmarked
cruisers with 429 Cobra Jet police package engines back and forth to and
from the barracks and knew many of the state troopers. Nobody ever
questioned if I had a license. I know at least one knew I didn't.

Eisboch

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On Feb 1, 10:21 am, "Eisboch" wrote:
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I think "liberal arts" is code for indoctrination...

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Naw. Back in Harry's day (and mine) one elected "liberal arts" as a
course of study when you were entering college but didn't have a
clue what
you wanted to do with your life.

It's meaning has changed over the years.

Eisboch

So, when your parents kicked you out and you didn't want to go to work?

-----------------------------------

That was one motivation for some, I am sure.

I always envied the high school juniors and seniors who, with the
assistance of their "guidance consolers", had chosen a field of
future employment by the ninth grade.

I was too busy investigating other things at that age to decide.

Eisboch

About all I was investigating in the 9th grade was ways to work after
school and on weekends to save up enough $$$ for the mandatory driving
school lessons I could take in the 10th grade to get my license.

My father said he would fix me up a car, but that paying for the
lessons was my part of the deal.

There were limited ways for those under 16 to work legal jobs in
Connecticut in those days. I mowed a lot of lawns and shoveled a lot
of snow off sidewalks.

ditto.

I worked part time at a garage in Bethany. I didn't have a license at
first, the owner knew it, but didn't care.

He used to have me drive customers home who left their car there for
service and even had me drive into New Haven a couple of times to pick
up parts. 15-1/2 years old, no license. If my parents had known, I'd
have been dead meat. He used to do maintenance work for the CT state
police cars at the barracks up the street from the garage. I used to
drive the unmarked cruisers with 429 Cobra Jet police package engines
back and forth to and from the barracks and knew many of the state
troopers. Nobody ever questioned if I had a license. I know at least
one knew I didn't.

Eisboch


Bethany, eh? I know that barracks well. I dated a gal in Waterbury for
a while, and I used to slow waaaaaaaay down passing that barracks. In
those days, speeders lost licenses, even for the first offense.

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Bethany, eh? I know that barracks well. I dated a gal in Waterbury for a
while, and I used to slow waaaaaaaay down passing that barracks. In those
days, speeders lost licenses, even for the first offense.


If you drove by the barracks, you probably remember the garage I worked at.
It was a Mobil station ... also a small Ford dealership. "Bethany Garage"
on the right side, about 2 miles or so before the barracks heading west.

The owner was a hot ****. He had three sons, all older than me, and was
well versed in handling teenaged boys. He was gruff, tuff, but had a heart
of gold.

I remember the minister of our small, struggling Episcopal church in Bethany
brought his old Rambler station wagon in to be serviced because he and his
young family were going on vacation. While on the lift during the oil
change and lube, the garage owner (a hard core Polish Catholic) started
checking it out and discovered it needed some serious work on the front end
components (tie rods, etc.)

He replaced all the worn parts, aligned it, fixed a few other safety related
issues and make me swear not to tell the minister. Charged him for an oil
change and lube job.

Eisboch

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"HK" wrote in message
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Bethany, eh? I know that barracks well. I dated a gal in Waterbury
for a while, and I used to slow waaaaaaaay down passing that barracks.
In those days, speeders lost licenses, even for the first offense.


If you drove by the barracks, you probably remember the garage I worked at.
It was a Mobil station ... also a small Ford dealership. "Bethany
Garage" on the right side, about 2 miles or so before the barracks
heading west.

The owner was a hot ****. He had three sons, all older than me, and was
well versed in handling teenaged boys. He was gruff, tuff, but had a
heart of gold.

I remember the minister of our small, struggling Episcopal church in
Bethany brought his old Rambler station wagon in to be serviced because
he and his young family were going on vacation. While on the lift
during the oil change and lube, the garage owner (a hard core Polish
Catholic) started checking it out and discovered it needed some serious
work on the front end components (tie rods, etc.)

He replaced all the worn parts, aligned it, fixed a few other safety
related issues and make me swear not to tell the minister. Charged him
for an oil change and lube job.

Eisboch


Vaguely...I think. Was it near the turn you took for the Waterbury road?