In the last logging camp I worked in, the Superintendent left us in charge of the powder shack so that we could drill and blow up small rock protrusions in the logging roads. We went fishing instead...CIL wobblers. A wobbler is a fishing lure. CIL is a dynamite name....good times
When I was a driller's helper in the first logging camp I worked in we would fill 3' tubes with AMEX, three to a hole with half a stick of dynamite....ka-freakin-boom. I also learned the hard way what a nitroglycerine headache felt like
District snowblower struggling. Has to double cut because they left it for too long. When I retired I went to the Public Works boss and told him I could work nights at a reduced rate to keep the roads open and take the extra work off his crews. He politely laughed and said no.
Really nice. Late war colours are at times a nightmare even with a B&W photo. Ask five people, get five different answers. I go with mob rules, whatever colours have the most mentions, wins. If someone has an authentic eyewitness account.....wninnerest. Good luck
Was reminiscing about Don Kirshner's Rock Concert and remembered seeing this band for the first time and the next day went out and bought one of their albums
https://youtu.be/svSV_G65CF4?si=Mebxeu_d5laV5vFu