The following post was originally published at FlagstaffBiking.org on September 27, 2003.
Each ride brings revelation; this ride brings two.
“Concrete is an aggregate,” my father would say. “Cement is an ingredient.”
It took me years to learn to recall this correctly.
To this day: refer to concrete as cement in my father’s presence, and prepare to be corrected. Likewise, when hanging around his workshop, don’t call a motor an engine; know the difference.
My dad suffered-long my childish mechanical ineptitudes. He tried to teach me to be a Man. I remember being instructed in the use of hammers, saws, lawn- and power-tools. I remember participating along side him on dozens of projects. But I also remember him saying, “Here, give me that; just do it like this,” and then sighing “John, that’s not how I showed you how to do it.” He was patient while coping with my innate inabilities, but he was also, by training, compelled to make sure the task got done right.
18 November 2012
Archival Footage: Concrete is an aggregate
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