Business As Usual

I’d received a request for equipment from a company in Belfast, Ireland. They wanted me to come over and check the job site. But I didn’t want to go. I’d heard that there was a lot of violence over there.

Jim, my brother-in-law who is Irish, told me to reconsider. He said Belfast was a magnificent city, with wonderful pubs, a great history, good public transportation and so on.

Then he said, “Why, my own father worked there for over ten years and never had a problem. The stories about violence are greatly exaggerated.”

I asked, “What did your father do over there?”

He said, “He was a tail-gunner on a milk truck.”