by Peter Freyne
Like having a new car.
Took a little over an hour for Justin Smith, 20, of Georgia, to remove the old one which had a crack in its outer layer (of three) that was about three-feet long, and install the new. Mine was his third window of the day, and, coincidentally, they were all on Saturns.
Been doing windows since last summer, he said. Had tried the two-year mechanical engineering program at VTC in Randolph, but it had been a bit much. If he had it to do over, he would have spread it over three years.
Learning the window trade to get the job at Safelite Auto Glass required completing an 8-week training course in Albany, New York. And like a lot of other technical jobs here and elsewhere, they're hiring. Good benefits, he said, health and dental.
Got to admire someone who actually knows how to do something of practical value, eh?
And when the political columnist inquired if he were paying any attention to the presidential election circus, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Justin the windshield replacer/fixer is on the Barack Obama train. Why?
Because "He's down-to-earth."
Hillary, to him, is "more of the same."
And the fact that's he's a black man makes absolutely, positively no difference whatsoever. It's simply not a factor. I've noticed that more and more of late as Justin's generation hits their twenties.
When I was 20, in 1970, that, unfortunately, wasn't the case.
We've come a long way, baby!
P.S. A little Montpeculiar action today under the Golden Dome. Ol' Bernardo's making the rounds and Gov. Scissorhands is having his "weekly presser."