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26 December 2021



Nice essay. I wish that more people wrote biographies (or made their hoard of old photos digitally available to more people). The article link needs an edit to work.

While illegal aliens have obviously largely destroyed high school/college job opportunities (while making social demands since the workers are adults and 'need to make a living wage' at the fast food place) it would be interesting to examine kids-these-days vs. those of yore for schooling.

I'd love to see some rigor showing the class schedule and textbooks for, say, 1962 vs. 2022. An interesting side project would be to examine school budgets, payroll, etc. and see how the staffing has changed. The folks at CNBC, the referenced article, obviously didn't do a lick of research beyond the most cursory web search concerning employment. Maybe because the writer just got out of a modern school.

George Rebane

scenes 539pm - Link fixed; thanks.

The Estonian Fox

Good story George.

"Talk about fake news experience, today I would qualify as the perfect journalist."

So you got your 'fake news journalist' degree legitimately - using your own time-saving technique by learning a baseball scorebook's symbols. Or in your case, known as a pre-draftsman's 'manual of unusual characters'.

How do today's 'journalists' get their degrees - by working political conventions, or by attending NAACP meetings? And they seem to get to make up their own special symbols (woke; LGBTxxx; Latinx; transgender...) that never require a glossary defining each one.


re: [email protected]:12AM

The journalist of the future is a computer program.

It's the only thing cheaper than a 25 year old intern.

The tricky thing will be to find a way to turn the 'woke' knob up to 11.

Bill Tozer

When teenagers worked.

Dr. Rebane, it appears that our histories are similar and even our paths have crossed, albeit not at the same time. When working in LA, I rented a house in Tujunga, aka, the Hills of Health on a hill overlooking La Tuna canyon and La Crescenta, La Canada, and the San Gabriel Valley. Records showed that in my neighborhood there was an old stone building that once was a hunting lodge/spa. Bet few locals down there even know that today. Before that it was a nunnery.

Yes, every kid worked odd jobs and went to school. When I turned 16, I was able to legally work for an employer. . That job was as a soda jerk for the car hops, making cherry colas and ice cream sundaes at 20 cents below minimum wage. Couldn’t work past 10 pm, but it was something for the resume besides mowing lawns and such. The underage females worked as baby sitters. Everyone had odd jobs….it’s was the only way to get spending money…cause no one had money, lol. Some of my wealthier classmates got an allowance! If I got an allowance, it was probably no more than a quarter a week. My Mom slipped me 5 bucks so I could go to the prom…..don’t tell your father. She went out and scrubbed floors on her hands and knees to come up with that 5 dollar bill. A mother’s love.

About that job in a parking lot hut making flavored sodas for the car hops on roller skates. First, it sounds like ancient history. The Burger joint was six miles from home and the lone bus did not run past 5pm and not on Sundays. I worked Saturday and Sunday nights and walked home and usually hitch hiked to work. Yes, I was young and a handful and usually just ran the six miles home in the dark. Much faster and more reliable than thumbing it.

Looking back, no one said that job was child labor exploitation. It was hailed at the time as a way to get teenagers work experience by inducing employers to hire kids by paying 20 cents/hour less. Quite innovative at the time. Work was not considered a four letter word.
Like work-study in college. Hire the young students at half the going rate and the government paying the other half. Paid for a good hunk of my tuition.
I worked for the grounds crew and learned how to drive the dump truck and run gardening equipment.
With permission, I would take the old dump truck out and do side jobs hauling free sand from the quarry or free garden sludge from the sewer plant to gardeners at a astronomical rate of 20 bucks a trip…time and gas and material included. That led to a job at night (after the union folks left) loading box cars with appliances with only a pallet jack. Dryers where light and thrown on top of the heavier stuff like fridges and washers. Made $9 bucks an hour at night. Had to be gone before the Union workers showed up in the morning and get to class, lol.
To gain perceptive, that was twice the wage at the time for school teachers, lab technicians, city workers and the recent average college grad. And I was only 18, let home when I was 17, as did my brother and sisters. The heart was filled with what’s over the mountain.

Whether I was a good worker or not is not the point. The point is you gotta work, like it or not. I welcomed it. It’s what you do. It’s what everybody did. And as a high school kid, my Dad cut down my daily chores (sometimes a few hours a day) because of homework and my side jobs and going along with Dad on his side jobs. He was a cop, drove RX deliveries for a local pharmacy at night, and had a gardening business on Saturdays.

No use decrying that the world has gone to hell in a hand basket. I will end this with my thinking, “What in the heck were my parents thinking letting me walk home on Saturday night 6 miles in the dark?” They were thinking clearly. It was safe then. It was like the sitcom ‘Cheers’ where everybody knew your name…or my brother and sisters name or my Mom and Dad’s name. Those places exist today, but only in the back roads of my mind. I can go there anytime by closing my eyes. The conscious mind can travel the present, past, and future seamlessly. Good thing since the old drive-in movie theaters (passion pits) not longer exist. Land and open spaces too valuable, I reckon

George Rebane

BillT 932am - Yes indeed, those were the days which altered and illuminated our early lives, and you and I were there. And now we, and hopefully many others, carry memories of how our country was and could be again if we correctly practice the art of the possible. Thanks for sharing Mr Tozer.

(Memories from other readers welcome and anticipated.)

Bill Tozer

PS: advice.



I remember using draftsmem, at HUGHES. Many if not most were prima donna Artistès who took forever to take my drawings and massage them into industry standard masterpieces (I was responsible for any delays) and if any mistake they introduced wasn't detected by me, I was held accountable.

The department coffee pot was visible from all drafting tables and of course, they were above making coffee if they took the last cup so it was often their boss and me making a fresh pot.

Most all were job shopping contractors making more than I did, and I remember one guy explaining how he didn't need the HAC medical insurance 'cause he could get free care at the ER for his entire family. The drafting manager Frank was always trying to get them to accept permanent positions, but no.

Computer Aided Design tools killed that gravy train. Thank goodness. Free at last, free at last. Gimme a decent PC and a pen plotter and I could crank out designs and my own industry standard masterpieces in a fraction of the time.

George Rebane

Gregory 244pm - And the same thing happened with technical reports that involved lots of equations, figures, graphs, ... . In the old days there were a couple of secretaries who specialized in producing ('typing up') the stuff we engineers gave them in our scribbled handwriting and drawings. They used rub-off stencils for the special mathematical symbols called for in the equations, and there was a 'Graphics Department' that made the figures and graphics. And as the author you had to go through what seemed like a gazillion edit copies and corrections before it was ready for publication. And then came the PC with word processors, draw packages, and equation processors which put all those boys and girls out of business since no engineer would ever let anyone generate one of their technical reports save, perhaps, to add some references, footnotes, and company formatted covers and control numbers. The times they were a changin'.

(The same thing happened with aerospace 'programming departments' before every engineer learned to code and 'IBM cards' generated by 'Key Punch' Departments were replaced by 'write to disk' work stations. I kept two programmers busy until I learned Fortran then Basic. Then I did my own card decks and made my own runs. My programmers went to Disney where one became the head of its Animatronics Division, and the other the head of all Disney amusement park computer systems. We are still friends to this day.)

Bill Tozer

When teenagers who did not work end up in Silicon Valley





That's a nice story, it gives me hope that I'm not misunderstanding the world.

Ya know, if I were smart (not) and ran China (not), I'd use the bejeezus out of that situation.

It wouldn't cost a whole lot to encourage disaster at US companies, particularly ones that you target as strategic.

So, should a US tech startup be in South Dakota? or do you simply give up and go overseas? the latter has it's own serious minuses of course.

If you'd like to check out another wellspring of craziness, look up one Coraline Ada Ehmke (that's a man, baby).

The fact that there's a national political party that is surfing the insanity doesn't surprise me a bit. It's all about winning and if the village has to be destroyed in order to save it, that's cool.

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