Posts Tagged ‘Bethlehem Steel’

Experience Of Working In The Coke Ovens Of Bethlehem Steel

02 Jan

coke oven

Coke Oven Dump Into Quench Car


Date: Fri Jan 2, 1998 11:22:39 AM

Enough of that. For now anyway. I just renewed my complaining license & don't want it to go to waste. There's plenty more. Oh yeah, plenty more. But that won't stop me from being gratefiul that I'm back in cyberworld. It'd be good to chat with you online. Perhaps you could even expose me to some sites of interest. For me, the best times to do the chat thing are around noon ET, shortly after I get off work or on Mondays or Tuesdays when I've had a slight chance to briefly re-establish a link to the more normal hours of existence. Hopefully that'll give you enough of an idea to return with a specific day & time that suits you. And even if that doesn't quite fit, I can try to arrange for my brain to be active with a little head start of
notice. —Kenny

Thanks for the update on the job front. I know what you mean on the misery of being trapped in some fuzzy flaked time warp. I had the awful experience of working in the coke ovens of Bethlehem Steel Corp in Burns Harbor, Indiana on the great lake back in 1973-74 as a young pup right out of a Florida highschool. For nine months I rotated in the regular routine of the plant across all three shifts, working five days in any given week, but paradoxically sometimes seven in a row. Day shift, swing shift and midnight shift. At the finish of the seventh straight day of midnights (five in the Sunday-Saturday weekly structure, two in the previous week which had started in the day shift with a day off in the middle), on Thursday 7 AM, the windfall was that I didn't have to report to work again until Sunday 3PM for the swing shift. Now THAT was a merciless work schedule even with the periodic long weekend. I recall with great loathing that I never ever got used to the midnight shift during that whole tour of steelworker's hell. Work eight hours, then drive home to sleep sporadically and without unsatisfaction until slogging groggily back work again just about the time sleep was finally beginning to deepen. Then there were the unbearable climate and environmental extremes...

Noon (0900 PST) some weekday soon sounds great. Just plug in the numbers. We can make initial contact with Instant Messaging and work out the chat room logistics from there.


My Early History Thanks To William Gaddis Slipping On Iced Tea

16 Jun

William Gaddis

William Gaddis


Date: Mon Jun 16, 1997 6:39:16 PM

Well, I looked up iMote. Found a page there with a list of Gaddis books for sale. There's remarks on Frolic Of His Own, too. Guess I'll make this my Gaddis link. the current link is to your `favorpage'. You might get a kick out my pages. We certainly share some common interests: Gaddis, Pynchon, Dostoyevski—let me know when you get the Gaddis stuff together, so I can look. —Owen

Owen, thanks for the link to my Gaddis page, but you might want to change the link to the following URL to reflect the major body of work rather than the old GeoCities plot to take over the world I once surmized was as effective as a Gaddis repetition. I will certainly let you know whenever I finally get around to fleshing out the spot, especially now that I know someone out there is claiming interest in the same clues of genius I also sniff.

Yes I got a REAL kick out of your pages. We are nearly the same age, dig many of the same authors, and both wanted to be Bob Dylan, or at least arm-wrestle him. We are also as different as apple pie and cheesecake. You are vigorously educated. I am merely a word-obstructed bibliophiliac, graduating highschool in Fernandina Beach, FL in 1973, and don't care much for the comics underground, although here in Washington DC many of my acquaintances past and present are deeply rooted in that culture. I've never been to Bloomington, but I did live in NW Indiana (Hobart, Valparaiso, Gary, Portage) after highschool for a year, working at Bethlehem Steel Corporation at Burns Harbor (Chesterton). And I visited a punk rocker palomine in Columbus OH grooving in on my motorcycle, which to some of to hardcore rednecks there was but a mere Honda 750 riceburner, but to me a damned righteous ride in 1986. There's a long story in that hint, but I'll save that for later. Swell town that Columbus.

I aim to die as a writer, writer, writer, famous or not, and love the web as much as any 20 year old microserf as I seek to exploit the multimedia pools of my mind with the California tools of my generation, a southern hermit crab canon locked inside my own Macintosh studio as the wife supports dollars and scentswise my own true tales of subordinary madness and recognitions.




"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""