Well, I figure our Betty could probably use the laugh (I can always send
over my wild woman 1/2 Siamese kitty to your relatives house, she'd make
mince meat out of 'em for ya<grin>) and since I did bring it up.
Let me give you a little background here, I went into the Navy during the
worse of the quotas and when Reagan decided we needed hundreds of ships that
are all in moth balls now.  The recruiting center ignored my testing scores,
and high school pre-college grades and put me into a rating (job) that they
were sure I would be really bad at.  The technical term was Hull Maintenance
Technician.  Basically, a really fancy title for janitor, welder/plumber/
shipfitter/damage control.  Mind you, I'd only taken 2 weeks of shop classes
that were mandatory.  Didn't know a stinger from a torch and have just about
the worst hand-eye coordination you can have and not be diagnosed with
something.
So, anyway, I using an oxyacetelene(sp?) torch that shoots out these really
cool long flames (I did love to destroy things with those flames heh, heh).
At the time I had pretty long hair that I would try to control underneath a
welding cap but, my bangs would keep falling out.  Well, combine that with
cutting something off the deck (floor for the landlubbers) and you can see
where this is going.  A big gooey gob of molten metal came bouncing my way
and caught my hair on fire.  Luckily, no hair spray, but, my firewatch
wasn't paying attention and my first clue was something to the effect of
"What's that smell?".


Cyber hugs to the Betty.

Beth the OT

-----Original Message-----
From: St. John's University Cerebral Palsy List
[mailto:[log in to unmask]]On Behalf Of Barber, Kenneth L.
Sent: Tuesday, May 02, 2000 7:06 AM
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Subject: Re: Betty's HOW/rules about the fire department


>  I think the biggest fire I put out in 5 years was the one I
>started on my hair.  (Don't ask <grin>).



but, i have to, i can't help it.  WHAT HAPPENED!!??