Notes from the past

Kissing ass when one is on the job does pay off, but I can’t help but think it must leave a bad taste in one’s mouth.

I remember riding the city bus to school many years ago. There was a stop just before Union Avenue and Natural Bridge road. That was right at the entry gate to the Chevrolet plant. There was a bar right across the street at the bus stop. The Chevrolet workers either got off the bus for work or onto the bus to go home. I always thought that was the best place in the world for a bar. The workers could stop in for a cold beer after what must have been a dreadfully long shift. The real beauty of it was the fact that they could get sloshed and then crawl onto the bus for a safe ride home. Those buses ran every 20 minutes in those days and men who had cars (not all did) could ride the bus and save wear and tear on the vehicle. The bar was open for all shifts and I often wondered how many not only stopped after a shift, but sometimes even before shift.