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Ernest Rodriguez' "Impressions," 1960s-1980s
""The Year 1970"" by Ernest Rodriguez Page 3
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Clarence Skinner, the Vice-President of the union and an old-timer in the business arrived and the three of us soon piled into his car and got underway. We went through the per functory business of gassing the car up and then headed out River Drive to the highway and settled down to a half hour drive to Muscatine and the hearing that was to be held at the Court House. Getting into the car I felt a joint snap in the small of my back and let out a loud painful “Ohh” I had always had trouble with my hip slipping out of place and this was an old and bothersome experience. Alan Lee sitting in front with Clarence whirled around anxiously inquiring, “What happened, are you all right?” I said “Yeah, it was just my back, I heard it go out on me, it does every once and great awhile” “Workmen’s Comp.” Al said, turning to Clarence. “Did you hear that, Ohh, he’s really got that down pat, I thought he had appendisistis or something, but his back, that’s even worse, you can’t even prove anything with Xrays. He’s really got us where he want’s us now.” “Yeah,” Clarence said in his clipped style, “He’s only been working for us a little while and he knows all the tricks now.” I laughed off their ribbing and the conversation shifted as we headed west to get on River Drive. Before we reached the drive Alan Lee hearing me shift in my seat turned to say “What’s the matter are you in pain?” with a feigned look of seriousness on his face. We joked about my complaining of being cold and Clarence and Al being too warm in the front seat. So Clarence would turn the
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Clarence Skinner, the Vice-President of the union and an old-timer in the business arrived and the three of us soon piled into his car and got underway. We went through the per functory business of gassing the car up and then headed out River Drive to the highway and settled down to a half hour drive to Muscatine and the hearing that was to be held at the Court House. Getting into the car I felt a joint snap in the small of my back and let out a loud painful “Ohh” I had always had trouble with my hip slipping out of place and this was an old and bothersome experience. Alan Lee sitting in front with Clarence whirled around anxiously inquiring, “What happened, are you all right?” I said “Yeah, it was just my back, I heard it go out on me, it does every once and great awhile” “Workmen’s Comp.” Al said, turning to Clarence. “Did you hear that, Ohh, he’s really got that down pat, I thought he had appendisistis or something, but his back, that’s even worse, you can’t even prove anything with Xrays. He’s really got us where he want’s us now.” “Yeah,” Clarence said in his clipped style, “He’s only been working for us a little while and he knows all the tricks now.” I laughed off their ribbing and the conversation shifted as we headed west to get on River Drive. Before we reached the drive Alan Lee hearing me shift in my seat turned to say “What’s the matter are you in pain?” with a feigned look of seriousness on his face. We joked about my complaining of being cold and Clarence and Al being too warm in the front seat. So Clarence would turn the
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