Wednesday afternoon I went to the Security Shack with my Leadman. We dropped off three new names for site visits.
One of the names rang that faint bell.
Soon, another bell began to 'tink' in the dim distance.
Name and place but no harmony.
Thursday afternoon the phone rang. I answered, "This is David."
"Hey "Puddin'" what's up?"
"I've got three guys here in my office. They're headed your way tomorrow. Need anything? I'll have them hand carry it out to ya."
"Hmmm, no. We're good."
"Sure! Hey, do you know this boy "Man Hands"?"
"No. He's standing right here though."
"Ask him if GR-15 means anything to him?"
"He says, "No.""
"Hmm. Did he work for BASI in Germany?"
In the background, "Who is that?"
"Ask him if he ever went to Germany to fix an airplane that his cousin broke?"
"Who the hell is that?" "Man Hands" was getting agitated.
"Ya want me to tell him who you are or do ya wanna let him sweat?"
"Puddin', I'll leave that up to you."
Puddin' put him on the phone.
"Who the f*&;k is this?!"
"Oh, I ain't done with ya yet big boy. Back home, do you have a great big ol' coffee table picture book fulla Harleys?"
"Yeah...", the dim bell had begun to toll.
"I know you do. I gave it to you for Christmas!"
It had been Christmas 1994(?).
A crew of four had been sent to fix an airplane. One of the guys daughter fell gravely ill back home. He left and another sheetmetal tech was sent in from Germany.
As if my running into "Man Hands" after all these years wasn't enough...
One night in Korea the crew was all at the club and "Man Hands" met the pilot that wrecked the plane in the first place. They are distant cousins.
This story was twisted from the very beginning!
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