fuzzybuddy
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- The Sticks, Northeast PA.
I originally put this in another forum. My grandfather was an unbelievable character. He always had lots of irons in the fire-some were even legal. I have more stories about him. So now, I'll give you a glimpse of my beloved grandfather.
I'm 70 now. My grandfather passed away about 50 years ago. Most people remember their grandfathers as kind, honest, upstanding men. Well, not my grandfather. I really do admire him, because he always had a con going. For instance:
He and a buddy had a part time business as the local distributors of manhole covers. You wouldn't think a small, sleepy Mass. town would have much call for manhole covers. But my grandfather's full time job was working on the town's highway department, and more precisely, he ran the massively huge and exceedingly heavy steamroller. So whenever he and his bud needed a few extra bucks, a manhole cover mysteriously got cracked. He even gave me the finer points of his business. You had to crack the cover just so. That way it made a cha-junk, cha-junk noise as the car ran over both pieces. And you just didn't put a cracked cover anywhere. You put it as close as you could get to the window of a doctor, or guy with money, a lawyer was pay dirt. 24 hours of cha-junk, cha-junk got results. Of course, getting a manhole cover "immediately" cost a lot extra, but the town council was more than happy to pay. They always could rely on my grandfather for prompt service.
I'm 70 now. My grandfather passed away about 50 years ago. Most people remember their grandfathers as kind, honest, upstanding men. Well, not my grandfather. I really do admire him, because he always had a con going. For instance:
He and a buddy had a part time business as the local distributors of manhole covers. You wouldn't think a small, sleepy Mass. town would have much call for manhole covers. But my grandfather's full time job was working on the town's highway department, and more precisely, he ran the massively huge and exceedingly heavy steamroller. So whenever he and his bud needed a few extra bucks, a manhole cover mysteriously got cracked. He even gave me the finer points of his business. You had to crack the cover just so. That way it made a cha-junk, cha-junk noise as the car ran over both pieces. And you just didn't put a cracked cover anywhere. You put it as close as you could get to the window of a doctor, or guy with money, a lawyer was pay dirt. 24 hours of cha-junk, cha-junk got results. Of course, getting a manhole cover "immediately" cost a lot extra, but the town council was more than happy to pay. They always could rely on my grandfather for prompt service.
