Day 383 in Beijing: Wacky Welders.

 

Grinding away.  Every day of their lives.

Grinding away. Every day of their lives.

Honestly, these guys aren’t welders.

I just like alliteration.

Which is very different from being illiterate.

Yes, my mom’s B.A. from U.C. Berkeley in English Literature and MFA from Harvard just came in handy at my tender age of 45 years old.   I know she’s smiling as she reads this.  🙂

I also did a minor in English Literature when I graduated with my B.A. in psychology and I’m glad I did.

I have to say, I grew up reading Middle English and once read The Decameron by Chaucer in Middle English when i was in 5th grade.

I am fairly sure I was the only kid in Healdsburg, CA, that could read Middle English.

Not sure if I should be proud of that but it is evidence of my childhood being a bit different than most kids I know.

And, for that, I’m grateful.

I also played a lot of Dungeons and Dragons, read Tolkien, and lived a bit of a fantasy life in the forest where we were raised about 7 miles out of town.

Healdsburg, at that time, was a tiny town of 5,000 people that tourists didn’t know, or care, about.

It was the perfect town to grow up in and safe beyond belief.

Now I live in a city of 25,000,000 people.

Go figure.

Jill and I were on our usual walk and noticed that the bridge we use to cross our canal was being remodeled.

We stopped, watched in amazement, and then crossed the bridge.

We are constantly blown away by the unsafe working practices and how dangerously so many people live here in Beijing.

I guess when your country changes, in the blink of an eye, some things are not noticed and fixed right away.

I hope, for these guys, there is some type of health insurance or compensation.

I sincerely doubt there is.

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