there are just some places you don’t stop thinking about

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I worked here as a construction worker for about two months in the summer of 2009.  I got the job through a bizarre program with my dad’s union that gives high-paying jobs to the sons & daughters of union members at active work sites around the city.

I come from three generations of city electricians and after living with my dad for all of my life, I couldn’t see the family resemblance in myself until I took the train every day and sweat like the rest of them and discovered that I could be tough and taken care of at the same time.  It only lasted two months and I’ve spent most of the money I made already but something keeps me, will keep me, wondering what is happening on Kent Ave.

This is not the last thing I’ll be writing about last summer.

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