Good Jobs Look A Lot Like Kids

I Always Complain Because I'm Old Now And Everything Hurts.

Short-cuts Lead To Long Delays.

My Mothers Dad Dropped Out Of The Eighth Grade To Work. He Had To. By The Time He Was 30, He Was A Master Electrician, Plumber, Carpenter, Mason, Mechanic. That Guy Was, To Me, A Magician. Anything That Was Broken, He Could Fix. Anybody Anywhere In Our Community Knew That If There Was A Problem, Carl Was There To Fix It.

The Flaw In Our Character Is Our Insistence On Separating Blue-collar Jobs From White-collar Jobs, And Encouraging One Form Of Education Over Another.

There's Really Not A Difference Between An Octopus And, Like, A Giant Pile Of Snot.