What if it Snows?

Monfort trailer, but not a typical Monfort tractor....

 

Italian reefer... Ice a boxa...

 

The late 60’s to the early/mid 70’s in the greater San Francisco Bay Area. It is truly a “ you had to be there” time in history.

 

That’s the tool. One of my Sons has it with a bunch of the old tools. He has the patience and fanaticism about doing cabinetry the “old way”. Not my thing. First nail I drive bends or comes out the side.

 

THE MONFORT LANE
By Trevor Hardwick

I can still remember in my younger days,
My daddy teaching me about the proper ways.
He taught me nearly everything I’d need to know,
Like rollin’ nice ‘n easy on the ice and snow.
If you’re the kind who’s terrified of driving rain,
Then what-n-the-heck ya’ doing in the Monfort Lane?

As I recall the fancy fleets of yesterday,
Pounding down the interstates, every night and day.
It seems there were a few, that were notorious,
For having trucks much faster a Greyhound bus.
If you ain’t any faster than an old freight train,
Then move that clunker over from the Monfort Lane.

Little Audrey’s Trucking, and DC Trans,
Even Tigator, out of Lou-z-anne.
National Carriers was an “Elite” fleet,
Pirkle Freightlines, and good ol’ Circle-C.
These are just a few of the familiar names,
That I recall rolling, in the Monfort Lane.

These days the big fleets play a different game,
Streamline and fleet-white, they all look the same.
I sure miss the days, when tractors were distinct,
Now I fear the glory days have all but gone extinct.
Back when rubbing alcohol made a sweet blue flame,
And granted you access, to the Monfort Lane.

Out in California or the “Buckeye” state,
You better be careful, if you’re runnin’ kinda late.
The hammer lane in Oregon’s gonna cost you money,
And Virginia state troopers, think it ain’t that funny.
So if you’re not a major fan of cost and pain,
Then you ain’t got no business, in the Monfort Lane!

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Isn't that Cascadia Life?

 

I aint never used anything but hickory wood . Build a fire let it burn down shovel coals under meat dont let temps get over 205 . Butts take 24hrs , deer shoulder about 16-18 hrs,. Groundhogs and possums a little less lol ! Just need salvaged concrete blocks 4 -4ft pieces rebar some of that ole diamond patterned metal grate and a couple refrigerator cardboard boxes for a lid . Now u need a few folks u actually like , a gallon of hickory cane corn hooch and a few tall tales . Good times .

 

Heavy Haulers... Another danger possibility....
https://www.yahoo.com/news/bomb-exploding-tire-killed-l-100024032.html

 

I woke up this morning with those lyrics on my mind. I spent from the latter part of March 1976 until a few days before Thanksgiving 1980 in Southern California while in the USAF. My actual discharge date was Dec 4th, 1980. I left on terminal leave. During those years I developed a lot of friendships from North Hollywood down to Fullerton. One such friend was outside during the North Hollywood shootout and caught some wood fragments from one of the rounds fired that day. He was OK just put on a bandaid. I am saying this because I was down in that area a lot in those years. I saw with my own eyes how that place gobbled up and spit out mostly females that landed there either on a bus or hitched. Many of them went home in a box. Human predators hung around the bus station. Later these girls were on drugs and walking the streets. There is another song that is a favorite. Yes, I know this is not the original, but I like it better!