https://youtu.be/6yoZgIWhN4A
I’m with Eddie on this. We’ve been lied to. As a young man, he heard that all the old school blue collar (skilled or semiskilled manual trades) were done & “You won’t make a living in them”.
I think many of us now would pick a semi skilled manual trade if we had our time again.
My favourite tradesman was my wood guy, remanufacturing windows and doors. Through an 8 year relationship, he made and replaced almost every window and all but one door in our old family home, in which we had lived for 20 years. Turns out he had lots of repeated customers like me.
Dave has always been awake to the corruption of almost everything. He was orphaned and raised in a boys home, so I guess you learn early that things are not as advertised and that the powerless can’t do anything much about it. He chose his profession carefully, talking to teachers and tradesmen about what they thought the ideal profession would be for the next generation. He was an apprentice in a local family firm, of necessity.
The corruption was the same. People ripping others off, public money diverted (“There’s a drink in it for you, Dave” - wink). By his early thirties he was well-established and respected. He surveyed widely and chose a place to build his own workshop. He was careful enough to talk to his soon to be ex-employer, telling them he had no wish to bump heads & that he planned to specialise in areas they generally didn’t do much of, because it’s fiddly. He’s a wise person. Not educated in a traditional sense, but he knows how the world operates, not as we’d like to believe.
Towards the end of our business relationship, I told him once over a mug of tea that I admired him tremendously and why. He seemed moved almost to tears.
Honesty, competence and trustworthiness. Plus he had a gentle heart.
When we emigrated to America, I didn’t know for sure if we’d even return, so downright weird things had become. I put my two most personally significant motorcycles in long term storage with an acquaintance who lived nearby. He had a huge, detached, riverside property with land & he’d built a quadruple garage at the back. Raised on a low concrete platform and with everything you could wish for in a workshop for servicing up to restorations. No problem adding my two waifs and strays. He would send me a picture every few months, so I’d know they were safe.
I kept my mechanics tools and all my spare parts, but almost everything else was given away or sold. To Dave I offered my almost new, top of the line multitool, by it’s inventors “Fein”. Their carry cases are unmistakably orange. One day I saw Dave making a deep, horizontal cut in a frame, millimetres off the ground. I had never seen this tool and asked him if he’d show it to me. His was by an anonymous Korean manufacturer but he said that the best were by Fein, and he couldn’t justify the price premium.
Obviously, I’d bought a Fein, not to show off, but because I’ve always loved tools and generally buy the best ones, as I’m fortunately able to do.
In 2021, I offered it to Dave nominally at around half list price, which was probably closer to a third, as the accessories I gave him with it are expensive. Though we returned a little over a year later, considerably chastened by our realisation that you cannot trust a word that a state governor or a state surgeon general, I never once regretted going, or giving away or selling much of my stuff. My life now is an entirely different shape than it was a little over a decade ago. I’ve got everything I need, if not still a little overburdened with possessions. I’m sure Dave got ten times more use out of that tool in a year than I ever would have in a lifetime.
I learned recently that he’s retired to Southeast Asia somewhere and won’t be back.
Among his many sayings was “You know, Mike, it’s all about being bagged and tagged. That’s why I don’t own a smartphone and my van is a well kept ten years old”. I never forgot the bagged and tagged descriptor!
Back to Eddie.