Silo

So I'm leaving from work last Saturday, and my boss asks me what I'm doing the rest of the day. I say probably nothing....how bout you??? He tells me he's going to tear down his concrete silo, and I respond 'I'm in!!'

His plan is a complex yet simple one. I loved it, and his wife was terrified. He climbed to the top, chipped a hole in it, and had me stand in the bucket of the loader and hand him the end of a 150 steel elevator cable. Then, I had to climb up the ladder, hand him the cable through the hole, and pull, which was extremely scary as I am 40 feet in the air on this rinky-dink ladder holding on with one hand leaning backwards so I can pull this cable taunt. It wasn't fun.

I then climbed down, and my boss did as well. Then Josh (some random guy that showed up) began chipping around the base of the silo. I was standing next to him, and he was about a third of the way around when he looks at me and says 'I think its moving.' I get right up next to it and look, thinking its just the clouds moving. It is. I continue to look, and then I notice the clouds look like their moving the other way. It was in fact moving. We both ran back, and my boss began to pull with the loader (the cable stretched across the road).

He jerked on it, and it rocked forward, and then rocked back. I forgot to mention that the silo was right next to a hay barn and a chicken coop. There was only one way it could fall without creating a even bigger mess. Boss jerked with the loader again, and it rocked forward. We yelled ' go!! go!!' and it fell. Collapsed and blew up.

It was a lot sweeter to be there than to read about it I am sure. But it was sweet none-the-less.

Next: Adam, two raccoons and a baseball bat

We're back

So its been awhile.....but there will be new posts soon. One story for sure will be how to tear down a 40 ft concrete silo. Also, a short bio on Brian Meagher.

Peace

So I am at a funeral. On a roof. It is Britney Spears' funeral, and I am rolling her body around the roof as part of the funeral proceedings. And there is music playing in the background, really sad, dark music, and I continue to roll Britney Spears' body around the roof with my feet. Almost just kicking her. All the while the roof is being shingled. And it just so happens that my friends Danny and Jeremy are being shingled over. They cover Jeremy up, but don't quite make it to Danny. They run out of shingles and daylight. So with dark coming, I have to stand all night at the peak of the roof at attention. And I hear Jeremy and Danny converse:
Danny: It is really cold up here
Jeremy: Yea. My grandpa always had to do this, and he always said one thing: watch out for numero uno. So we gotta go find some wood to stay warm.


My dreams are messed up.