Ken's Stories

Steve and I were fishing at the SHAD FACTORY in Rehoboth, Ma. Well while we were fishing his old Ford rolled forward over the bank, into the Palmer River, completely submerged except for the rear tires and trunk..... Steve walks over and assesses the situation, while I pissed my pants laughing. He just climbs onto the back window and roof and starts fishing again.....About 10 minutes later some guy walks by and asks Steve how the Fords are biting....That was when Steve told the guy to go do something that was physically impossible to himself.

One time while working at Mossberg, we worked with a guy named Everett who had somehow lost his arm and had a prosthesis hand, but at work he had a hook. OK ? Well, I had just met this little redheaded bastard (Steve) about a week earlier, and he said, "Watch this." .... He walks over to Everett who was welding (with the protective shield down of course) and tack welds his hook to the workbench. When Everett got done welding and went to raise his shield, he couldn't move and had to disconnect his arm at the elbow and get a grinder to get his hook free.... The laughs never end.

I remember one time our boss, Jerry, at Mossberg saying to us If we didn't start putting in a full shift instead of taking off at lunch time to go fishing for 2 hours we were going to "Find ourselves walking down the road." I said, "Why, are they hiring down there?" and Steve said "Why the hell would I be walking down the road? My car is parked right outside." We actually used to change shifts at Mossberg. In the summer we worked 3rd shift so we could go to the beach (where the memorial service was) every day and fish for stripers till it was time to go to work. And in the winter we went back to days so we could play hockey at night.