I worked in a metal recycling shop in Kentucky several years back. Being an artist who grooves on metal... I traded tin cans for brass, copper, and interesting bits of Trash. I often spent a quarter of all my money buying back from my employer. My Retirement Fund as a friend called it, was so large that my 3/4 diesel just couldnt handle the weight in the mountains on the way to Vermont, and to somewhere else entirely then back to Vermont again. So I had to sell either books, or metal.. I surely wasnt going to part with the books, but I needed to Lose weigh... Beauty, my truck, wasnt having it anymore. What metal I didnt get out the door in art, I loaded onto Beauty and took in for re-recycling. I was shocked to find that in only a year... I almost tripled my money. {Im pretty sure I took a loss on my art though, so really, I only doubled it... And my home is full of groovy stuff. One persons trash Is anothers Treasure. {I still have some in little stashes here and there around the country, like here near Orlando. One day at the shop, I sitting on the floor, pawing through bits of metal, to separate them metals into their piles, I was keeping a special look out for brass keys, my favorite things to find! To me, keys represent the search for Knowledge... a very special find, and working there was a gold mine for a key lover! On this particular day, my supervisor, descendant of Mayan Kings for sure, came up behind me and said, Thalia, what are you doing? A bit sheepishly I said, Ummmm... Im looking for brass. He smiled knowingly and said, Brass shaped like keys. then he laughed and told me to look for brass keys a little faster. Thats how some teachers are.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 00:39:36 +0000
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