On the other hand, I got a job at an automotive shop in Huntsville, Ala., in 1970, because the shop foreman "didn't want another [bleep]". I didn't complain though, I needed the money. Guy I worked with was a dead ringer for Charlie Pride and was a damn good mechanic. Fast, smart, and hard working. I would have thought the foreman would have wanted another just like him. I like to think I was his equal so maybe he got one, just a different shade. I've always felt just a bit ashamed of the circumstances. GD
