One of the great things about being a writer and a worker is people are eager to tell you their stories, as long as you don’t reveal their names.
“We were in a shutdown in Sarnia. Me and my brother were working together in Tower #14. We came out of the tower for the last time and as we just finished sealing it up I turned to my brother and said;
“Where’s the tools?”
“He looks at me an I look at him, an we both look back at the tower.”
“We had left the tools inside the tower. We didn’t tell anybody about it. Even the guys would give you shit for leaving tools inside a tower.
“So a year passes, and they have another shutdown.
My brother and I were working together again and he says;
“I wonder if those tools are still inside the tower.
“So we went over to the tower and have a look.
“The galvanized pail was melted almost to nothing. The flashlight was just wires and an outline on the steel floor where the batteries were. But the wrenches? They were bright and shiny and they looked like they were brand new.”
Rick Ranson 