Or maybe that's just another airplane...
That's what it always was when we were kids, laying in the grass at night, looking up at the starry sky, hoping to see a UFO. We'd see something that looked promising, but it always turned out to be another fucking airplane.
Occasionally it was a satellite. That was exciting. And one time it was SkyLab, but we all knew that way ahead of time, and we were all expecting it. It was on the news all day, and we weren't disappointed. But most of the time it was just another airplane.
With the job situation as it is, I spend a good deal of time hoping to see a UFO -- or the economic equivalent, which would be our company landing a big job. Our industry lags the economy by a year or so, which means the crappy economy is just hitting us hard about now. So I've been working with the tools again, not as a boss. Haven't had to do that since 1987, but I seem to remember how it goes...
In any case, I keep looking and hoping for a UFO, and all I see is airplanes.
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The rambling musings of a 50ish construction superintendent. Schooled in the Midwest as a journalist, consigned to a career in construction by personal circumstances, our hero has a novel inside of him -- which is where it should stay. In its stead, he offers this blog to the thronging masses, both washed and unwashed.
