For the better part of seven years my Sweet Baboo, Jim, has worked at a local steel plant.
For those not in the know, steel work is a dirty, dirty job. It’s miserably hot, filthy work. Jim couldn’t love it more.
It is 30 miles from our little home in the suburbs of Cleveland.
Temperatures in the plant are absolutely brutal. When you consider the temperature of molten steel averages 3050 degrees Fahrenheit (that is NOT a typo, folks), it can make the plant about 140 degrees on the furnace floor. In the middle of all this heat, Jim wears not only his uniform and t-shirt but also a pair of long johns. This is to help protect his skin. He is an industrial electrician and has to climb many feet in the air to work on the equipment there. Sitting on some of the metal can be too hot without those layers of clothing, even with the green fire-retardant jacket, pants and hat they have to wear. On days like Wednesday when the temperature outside flirted with 100 degrees, it had to be doubly miserable.
While the photo directly above is not a steel plant, I assure you it is just as attractive as one. The worker there in green could easily be an employee at Charter Steel. I chose to post this pic in honor of today, the 12th anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center. The steel here is being recycled so at least some good can come of that horrific day. None of us will ever forget.
On a side note, sadly, I’ve been having some health issues that have kept me off my bike for a while. I’ve had a horrible, searing pain running down my right leg, making it tough for me to walk much less pedal. As soon as I get this issue solved I will resume riding. Until then, I have one more stop to post. Hopefully, I’ll be back up and pedaling before then.
Stay tuned! Tomorrow is weigh in day (keep your fingers crossed). My leader Lynn promises a most inspirational–if not emotional–meeting.