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Captured this shot completely by accident at a family friendly concert over the July 4th weekend. I was trying to get a crowd shot by holding my phone as high up over my head as I could, and the first one showed the rays of the sun coming through the trees. So I tried it again, moving the target a bit, and was surprised by the above result.
With the late day sun shining down on the young girl with the orange flower in her hair, the photo just screamed “Woodstock” to me.
The girl’s family was happy to get a copy, and had no problem with me keeping mine.
Close friends have heard this true story before but it’s one of my life favorites. As part of a condo refurb, it was time for the flooring guys to come in, a three man crew – a boss and two idiots. Here’s a conversation that took place mainly between BOSS and IDIOT#1, from separate rooms, yelling at each other. IDIOT#2 does his best to support IDIOT#1.
IDIOT#1: EDDIE! YOU BOUGHT THE WRONG SANDPAPER FOR THE SANDER! IT DOESN’T FIT!
IDIOT#2: He does this shit all the time, man.
(IDIOT#1 struggles with the sander and sandpaper, the sander in his lap and still plugged in, for 20 seconds.)
IDIOT#1: EDDIE! EDDIE! YOU BOUGHT THE WRONG SANDPAPER FOR THE SANDER! YOU GOTTA GO OUT AND BUY THE RIGHT STUFF!
IDIOT#2: He’s gonna make this your fault, man. You know it.
BOSS: NO, I DID NOT. IT’S THE RIGHT GODDAMN SANDPAPER!
(IDIOT#1 still struggles with the sandpaper, with IDIOT#2 watching him.)
IDIOT#2: That’s the wrong paper, man. Try and make it fit. You know he’s gonna make this your fault, man.
IDIOT#1: EDDIE! EDDIE!
BOSS: JESUS H CHRIST!!
(BOSS, red-faced, storms into the room, grabs the sandpaper from IDIOT#1, turns it 90 degrees, hands it back to IDIOT#1, and quickly storms out.)
IDIOT#1: EDDIE! WOW! IT FITS OK NOW! THANKS!
IDIOT#2: I told you, man. I told you. He made it your fault.
IDIOT#1 and IDIOT#2 went on to more mayhem. Next day I washed some dishes and found the garbage disposal was not working. When a friend pulled the disposal out, we found it was completely seized with the glue compound they used before laying down the new floor.
IDIOT#1 and IDIOT#2 had cleaned off their tools in our kitchen sink.
Here I am needing a job in a couple of months and look what the hell the local elders are entertaining thoughts of allowing to open in town? A freakin’ pot factory!! If it happens I’ll be knock, knock, knocking on that front door.
You have to admit though, can you imagine a bunch of stoners back in the sixties ever imagining that in 2013, pot factories would be popping up across the country? Of course, it is strictly for medicinal purposes.
Hey Grandma! Let’s make a deal. You go get a prescription for some marijuana and share it with just me, and I’ll pay your rent. Ok?