Good early morning GH. It is fast closing on 5:30 AM in "The City" and raindrops are falling in buckets this morning. I thought I heard thunder before I got up, but Sugar the Weather Dog was still sleeping next to the bed, so I didn't believe my ears. After the most  recent crack of thunder, I thought she woud be off to her hide-e-hole, but I checked and she is still there.

The Weather Channel app is showing this as "light rain." Yeah right, just like the 30% likelihood for rain today. Is there a positive? Yes, Jack doesn't have to water today and probably not for several days. Plus, the lawns on the palatial estate were thirsty.

I covered most of what I had planned for today in last night's blog, as well as covering the sports outcomes. So that means that I can talk about whatever moves me at the moment.

The other day I was describing the life and times of Bob and I at Triangle Mobil, my high school employer. Well actually, my third high school employer. Before Bob, there was a place that inventoried grocery stores and a very short stint landscaping at an apartment complex. The grocery store gig was tough, because I had to get up before dawn cracked and work long hours in closed grocery stores. The work wasn't hard, just tedious.

We all got fatigued towards the end of a store, and began to manufacture the totals with estimates. We were pretty good. I think it suited my older brother, because his mind works like that. My mind is a bit more scattered. My mother worked in the office of that inventory firm, and that's how we both got the job.

But back to Bob and Triangle Mobil. The station was directly across the street from Mel's Pure Oil. Pure Oil was a big brand in the 50s and 60s. Mel himself was kind of a pill. He was somehow connected to the Village of Arlington Heights, IL through people who worked in their public works department. Working for Mel were two very good mechanics, Dave and John. When I needed advice about something auto repair related they, not Bob, were my go to guys. Bob's mechanical skills were good, but limited to the brakes, mufflers, and tune-ups he had learned during his job at Flash Cab. If you needed something other that, you needed to consult with John or Dave.

I can remember this car that Bob had sitting on the side of the station for weeks. The car needed a distributor, but Bob was certain that that was beyond him and it probably was. I was just young enough and cocky enough and probably dumb enough to try. I looked at the used distributor that the owner of the car brought in. I took out the old and replaced it with the new used one. The car fired up and he was happy.

Bob was nearly apoplectic when he saw that the car was gone when he got back from the race track. He was certain that something could  have gone wrong. Amazing what you can do with a little skill and a lot of nerve. If there was something or someone funny in this world, it probably happened at or came into the little world at the corner of Kensington and Dryden Avenues in Arlington Heights, IL.

Oh well, so many stories at that corner. I'll share more as the days go by and the muse moves me. They are probably more interesting to me, but that's the beauty of writing a blog.

Sounds like the T-storms are almost over. Sugar will be happy. The thunder was loud enough to wake Mary and that takes some doing. Soon it will be...Tea time. Ciao.