36 inches in a foot right?

 


36 inches in a foot right?


     This one comes from the deep treasure chest of tales from cousin Michael who like many a Sheehy knows how to spread the blarney. Michael was an adventurous youth and felt travel broadened the mind so his college education meandered through some ups and downs. Micheal himself refers to his college years at Cal Poly as the best twelve years of his life. Besides playing music at a club called "Dave's Lunch" that opened at midnight this favorite cuz among other cool things lived in a dog kennel in Pismo Beach. As the folk song says he had a wandering way and possessed a hankerin' to see South America. Since this required a supply of cash he decided the fastest way to save up enough was to take a high-paying, hard and somewhat dangerous job as an iron-worker. Mostly, this strenuous work involved placing rebar into construction sites and trying to follow the direction of foremen who may not have possessed Michael's eduction or raw intelligence. Mike tells the story of kneeling over some kind of iron-work when the guy next to him asked the innocent question "36 inches in a foot...right?" Mike, being an understanding man answered "no you fucking idiot, 36 inches in a yard...etc etc etc. Greg used the sentence to signify stupidity in any situation. Our lives and our country have been filled with such moments. 





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