Back when I was your age I dropped out of college and worked at my dad’s sugar mill by the Saugatuck. Wanting to teach me a lesson, Dad gave me a job as a grunt.



The men, they talked about three things: money, booze, and didja get any last night? (meaning women) and of course being young, I’d say sure I got some. Lorario, the old shift supervisor, was insane. His favorite sport was hunting pigeons.

At the top of the centrifuge, he’d take a live pigeon with clipped wings out of his pocket and drop the poor bird down into the whirring centrifugal blades.  Us youths revolted while peeing in the molasses. (I still can’t eat it)