Rammed Up and Poured

For Christmas my nephew and his wife combined my interest in casting and old used books and found me this. Poetry written about foundrymen by a foundryman. Here's the cover pages and a sample. Enjoy!

 

Thats pretty amusing.

 

Oh, those night shift guys. The poem brought back memories of when I was working in nuclear plants. The night shift crew got things done because there weren't any management muckity mucks slowing things down.

 

Yup, same at the steel mill, I liked nights and got more stuff done and still goofed off a lot.

 

Working on F16s it was the same thing. day shift breaks it... swing shift fixes it and gets the job done. When my jet only had 900hrs on it, I could beat the day shift guys to the bar. 90-0818