Another engineer and I went through the old flat files containing ancient drawings, pitching quite a few, in preparation to them being shipped to the new business location. We found some tool drawings that I know the other guy will want so I stuck them in a large tube for shipping...The tube reminded me of a disposable rocket launcher, so I walked around the office firing immaginary rockets.
I'll soon be 59 and as yet I haven't lost all of the little boy within. Growing old is inevitable, growing up is optional. Lat's hope I never completely grow up.
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