The Tramp and the Bagel

I'm all alone... Carolyn is working today. It's just after noon, and I'm having plain bagels with butter and homemade apple butter piled on thick.

I'll tell you how backward we were (are) in this neck of the nowheres. I was born in 1944, graduated high school in 1963—they insisted I stay and make up for failing algebra three times—finished a four year apprenticeship as heavy-construction electrician, and hadn't even heard the word bagel until 1970 when I went on the road to Pittsburgh PA as a tramp electrician. When I saw my first one, I thought it was an over-sized donut. Worst yet, I never ate one 'til the 1980s. Almost the same with pizza and subs! Never saw either one before 1963. Folks, this ain't one of my tales. We were just plain ignorant.

Next time, and if I think of it, I'll tell you what a tramp electrician is and about my adventures as being one.
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For Meanie; Have you remembered to breathe?