Gone Baby Gone
It’s already been about a week since Bussmann left the shop. Then Randy put in his notice a few weeks ago. I believe his last day is in a week, but nobody has seen him in the last two and all of his shit is moved out.
With that, the shop has turned a page and it brings light the simple fact that although this is a place of meager financial shelter and easy work, at the drop of a cion for any reason, nobody has any regrets to leave it. It’s not a home, but just a point within the transition to & fro. And it’s all family like until it matters.
Randini is off doing what Randini’s do and that’s the way it should be. I’d imagine he’s on a slack-line in the woods at this point contemplating Angel Fire and Moab.
Bussmann on the other hand picked up one of the coolest jobs on the entire planet. He’s now working for New Belgium Brewing as the manager of their Tour de Fat Carnival Bikes. He gets to weld up creations of all two wheeled kind and then tugg them around the country to the various Festivals and test them on Drunk idiots.
How cool is that?
This ultimately marks the end of a long session working with Randy as he and I began last year digging skeletons out of the ground in Bisbee, AZ where we lived in a small house with Marvelous Maren and her incredible hand-stands. It was a time I’ll never forget.
As far as Pineapple goes, I met him on day one at this shop. Now, he’s got a new hip ad a new approach on life maybe. I give my best to success on the road with the Carni Folks. It was good to work with him. He made the drudgery of shop life funny or at the least, noticeably easier than otherwise.
Now though, it’s back to just wrenching and doing the best to gel with the other shop heads and since most of them are from Michigan, I just feel weird. Big juan and self sometimes need consoling on the whole deal.
And so it goes…