freetown fred wrote:
first day for thermals
What the fannypack! I thought you were a farmer?!
I take my Long Handles off on July 3rd and put them back on to days later on the 5th of July!
That is not far from the truth either. I feel naked without them, so all kidding aside, they are probably on in September and stay on Until May or so. I am odd though, I feel "itchy" in long handles so mine consist of sweatpants. I have done this for years, but then again that is not the oddest pair of long handles I have heard of. On the railroad we had a guy (from Montana) who swore by wearing women's nylons...no joke. He wore them when it was cold out and was the chief mechanic for the crew. I'll be darned if he did not stay out in any weather though, and while one might regard him as "funny", that was not the case at all as he was happily married. He often told me to go out an buy a pair, but I was too shy. For (1) it would require me to buy them in the store and I am too shy to buy my own bloomers much less a pair of pantyhose for myself, and (2) I was afraid I would lob my arm off or something and get taken to the hospital and there I was wearing a woman's undergarments and they would naturally think I was "funny". I was always cold, but I had my manly pride still!
Funny story about a guy though. We were up on the Powder Rver Loop wwhich is a pretty heavy line that is both Union Pacific and BNSF as that is coal country out there. We had a kid from Texas working with us and had never seen snow before. He was a good kid but hated the cold and this was January near Sheridan, Wyoming where there is plenty of land, and no trees to stop the wind. I was even cold.
So he would crawl into the locomotive to get warm and not work half the night, which we hated, so we locked him out of the Locomotives, and so he went to the caboose, which we locked him out of as well. That left this Porta-toilet that was mounted to one of the cars we were pulling. Anyway to keep the temperature to reasonable levels it had an electric heater in there. Out of desperation he would lock himself in there and huddle around the heater.
We fixed him...
We had busted out the baffle for the vent pipe and took a big chunk of coal and were waiting until he was actively using the toilet and not just hugging the heater. We waited until he had his britches down and then let that junk of good old Powder River Wyoming coal go, and it landed in that water and splashed up on his nether regions and backside. Now keep in mind that water/poo/pee was about 33 degrees and that was the day a Southern Boy learned what nutsicles were.
Anyway, I digress. Here is a picture of my Pony, appropriately called "Glue Stick". Man I hated that pony but no matter what I did, he just would not die...