“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929)
The work that our company had on our highway building project had three basic parts – preparing the gravel product (this involved a rock crusher in a nearby gravel pit), a fleet of about forty trucks hauling the material from the gravel pit to the jobsite, and then there was my group, placing and compacting the material on the roadway. There was a supervisor for each function. Ours was the man we knew as Fats – legal name Marlin Marinell, The truck crew was supervised by a fellow named Joseph Rieger, known to all as “Little Joe.” Joseph Rieger acquired his nickname in much the same way as Marlin Marinell. Little Joe was short, as I recall maybe five foot two or three. Fats was ………fat, like maybe around three hundred pounds. Little Joe and Fats sometimes “disagreed” as to how the project would proceed. Well actually, they hated each other. From time to time that disrespect manifested itself in fisticuffs after hours. I was shocked one morning on the job to see both men bearing some of ill effects of the prior night’s “disagreement” presumably after many libations. Both were bruised and battered about their faces. Lesson learned, there is a better way to be involved in construction, but apparently, it’s not in the roles filled by Fats and Little Joe.
One morning in August while rolling along on my compactor, Fats rolled up beside me and signaled for me to stop. The discussion:
Fats: “Red, they tell me that you know how to run a slide rule.”
Red: “Yes sir, I do.”
Fats: “Turn off the engine and get in the pick-up with me.”
And so began my role in the third crew on our project, the gravel producing crew. My job there was to run some rudimentary laboratory tests on the gravel we were producing to predict whether the product would meet DOT specifications. I had my own little “laboratory” (actually a semi-trailer) complete with laboratory scales, burners and other laboratory equipment to do the tests. I ran literally hundreds of these tests. Based on what I found, I would go outside to the people who ran the crusher and the other equipment and give them instructions for what to add to the inputs so that we could make specifications. It amazed me that these experienced operators would actually care about what some snot-nosed kid with a slide rule would tell them. But they DID!! Lesson learned, when it comes down to it, science actually IS important and wise people heed what science says.
I have noted the long hours that we worked. Early one Thursday morning on my way to the gravel pit, about 6:15 AM, I approached the rural road intersection nearest to the pit and noted at the very last moment a vehicle approaching from my left at a high rate of speed. That is all I remember until briefly waking while laying on the side of the road. I had a sense that my mouth was full of gravel that I just couldn’t get out. Others who were arriving for work encountered the scene and called emergency services. In those days that meant an ambulance from Worthington which probably took at least thirty minutes to arrive. One of my coworkers viewing the scene recognized that it was me and unfortunately knew my parents and where they lived. He drove the four or five miles to their farm and told them that I had been in an accident and that it didn’t look good. Of course, my parents dropped what they were doing and rushed to the scene. They arrived just as the ambulance crew was loading me into the ambulance. I regained just enough consciousness to see my Mother and the stricken look on her face. I will never forget the sheer terror and fear embodied in that look. I slipped into unconsciousness and didn’t awake again until I found myself in an emergency room in the hospital.
Mom – awash in tears and anguish – “Ohh, Craig!”
Red, I mean Craig – awake enough to be a smartass – “Don’t worry Mom. I changed underwear this morning.”
(In my semi-lucid condition, I was not aware that my clothing had been cut off!) Lesson learned – For all of the arguing and resentment that sometimes seemed to define our relationship and in spite of the fact that I had five siblings, my parents’ love for me was strong and pure. I sustained a concussion and a small cut on my face but there were no lasting ill effects other than a hell of a headache for a couple of days. Fats stopped by to see me in the hospital to make sure I was OK and to make sure that I would be able to come back to work. He hesitated and then with a shaking voice told me that the prior year his son Monty had been in a car accident on our job and had nearly died. He told me through tears that I was in the very room in which Monty had made his very long and difficult recovery. He had tried to come to the hospital earlier but just could not bring himself to come into the building. He told me that he could not bear losing someone from his crew. I began to see Fats in a whole different light. Lesson learned – we all have many sides – don’t judge people and think that you know exactly how they are.
I got out of the hospital the next day and Pop and I started to look for another car. My beloved 1964 Ford Galaxie was trashed. Lesson learned – one can sometimes be cavalier dealing with our own life, but our life is not totally our own, our loved ones are an integral part of our lives and what happens to us. They are often the ones who have to pick up the pieces. When you get past the emergency part of an auto accident, there are a lot of administrative things that need to be accomplished. Pop dutifully notified our insurance company hoping to recoup the value of the demolished Ford and also to offset the cost of my ambulance ride and brief hospital stay which as I recall was the outrageous sum of $175. One of the tasks that our insurance agent (good old Sumner Malmquist) needed to complete was to get an accident report from the county sheriff’s office. It turned out that the other driver was a fellow that I will call Bruno Sadistly (this was not his real name). And it also turned out that Bruno had no insurance. My Pop was dismayed at this news because he felt he would not recover any of the losses. But more than that, Bruno fairly or unfairly, was reputed to be a very mean guy with an attitude. Rumor had it that from time to time he would deal in narcotics and that he had handguns. Both of these behaviors were far off the accepted norms in our part of the world. Pop fully expected that there would be trouble. Summy, as Pop used to call Mr. Malmquist, to the rescue. Pop’s policy had an uninsured motorist clause, and he was promptly reimbursed for his losses by our insurer. Unfortunately for Bruno, as a result of the accident and perhaps prior problems, his driver’s license was revoked.
We learned about this situation when we were contacted by a local barrister who was representing our insurer in trying to recover the payments that they made to Pop. They had filed a lawsuit against Bruno in district court. Bruno had in turn filed a claim against the insurance company and ME. I am not going to lie – at eighteen being caught up in a court case was a bit intimidating. Fortunately, our insurance company provided for the cost of the lawyer representing me. The day for our trial came and I was the reluctant star witness. Bruno sat with his attorney and glared at me the entire time I was on the witness stand, again in honesty kind of spooking me out. The jury deliberated very briefly and came back with a judgement in favor of the insurance company and dismissing all claims against me. Lesson learned – Our system of fairness and justice works most of the time. We breathed a sigh of relief. That level of comfort was disrupted the next day when my brother, who was a deputy sheriff in our county, had a talk with me. He was VERY familiar with Bruno and the kinds of things he was involved in. He said that I needed to be careful, because in his estimation there was very little that Bruno would not do. Being eighteen I brushed that off, saying I could take care of myself. My brother said: “Not if Bruno wants to hurt you.”
A few days later when my head stopped hurting, I went back to work. Later in the summer while working on a section of the freeway that was partially open to traffic, I looked up and who would I see but Bruno driving down the road. We made eye-contact. I knew that he had no driver’s license. But I didn’t really think any more about it until one day a couple of weeks later. I was filling my new-to-me 1963 Chevy at my favorite gas station, Mike Krull’s Texaco, when who should drive up but Bruno, again I assumed without a driver’s license. He charged over to me and screamed “You turned me in, you dirty bastard!” I assured him that I had no idea what he was talking about, which was true. Lesson learned – Sometimes bad things can happen to you when you are totally ignorant and innocent. He said that just a few minutes after seeing me on the freeway that he had been pulled over by a state trooper and inasmuch as he had no driver’s license, he spent a few days in the county jail. He said that I was a liar and then issued this exact warning: “You watch your back you son-of-a-bitch because I am going to kill you!” Given the content of the statement and the person who had said it, I stood in stunned silence. He roared out of the gas station leaving me shaken and frightened. I remembered exactly what my brother had told me. Lessons learned – Sadly, there are some people in the world that really are evil. There may be reasons why they have become so, but nevertheless they do evil things.
Over the next few days I reasoned that this was probably bluster and that if he were going to kill me, he would have already done so. I had been in a few scrapes and fights, but I had never really felt pure unadulterated fear. For months thereafter I would sometimes awake in the middle of the night sweating and shaking with fear. I have asked myself many times over the years: Why didn’t I go to my Pop? Why didn’t I go to my brother? I don’t know. Maybe I thought it was just tough talk. Maybe I thought it would just make things worse. In any event I don’t ever recall seeing Bruno again. Lesson learned – many of our greatest fears are never realized. He moved on to expand his narcotics business and in what is perhaps karma, he reportedly died years later of an overdose after also giving some family members near fatal doses of tainted narcotics. Lesson learned – Those who engage in violence seem to experience it turned on themselves at some point.
September came and I left my job. I began college with a new appreciation of how critical an education was for me and my long-term future. But as I studied it was different. I had a better sense of how this knowledge could affect my life – a sense of context for my education. I was more confident that I could function in this world and that I could do things that society valued. I was also more aware that there was a whole world apart from the cloistered one that I was in while in school. Some of that world was exciting and fun. Some of it was depressing and some of it was frightening.
In the spring of 1968, the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King was assassinated. Racial and civil unrest simmered the entire summer. The resistance to the Vietnam war was growing every day. In June Robert F. Kennedy was assassinated, throwing the Democratic Party’s process for selecting a presidential candidate into total disarray. Their convention in Chicago in August turned into a complete debacle that was marked by discord and violence with rioting by protesters and police. And almost at the same time the USSR, through its puppet Warsaw Pact, invaded Czechoslovakia because its citizens were experiencing too much freedom. We watched much of this on our own televisions, sometimes in horror. It was a chaotic time in history. But in spite of all of that these lessons are what I mostly remember from the Summer of 1968. I was never the same.