One of the guys who hauls the freight containers full of trash from my transfer station to the rail yard came into the scalehouse while I was revisiting a couple of the older Rush albums earlier this week.
To my surprise, he asked me if I was high. I replied in the negative and ask him why heâ€™d think to ask such a question.
He says that the only time he could listen to Rush was when he was in his late teens and stoned in his friend’s parentâ€™s basement. After he quit doing that he couldnâ€™t listen to them anymore.
We went through some friendly back and forth on that topic and I came to realize that he didnâ€™t know they were still putting out albums or for that matter, even alive.
So, because Tom is a good guy with a long fuse I took the radio out of his truck on my lunch break last night and replaced with a unit that I found in the shopâ€™s junk pile.
It has no radio reception and I disabled the CD eject button.
When he gets on the road tonight heâ€™ll have one Rush mix CD that I made specifically for him to listen to for his entire shift.
Oh, and the opening song on the disk will be this one,
Itâ€™s his Friday so I hope he has a good night.