School Story:
One story that comes to mind was junior year I think, while working night shifts at the mill in St. John. I was driving my first car, a bright red VW Bug. It was an amazing little car. I could drive that car places 4 wheel drive trucks couldn't go.
Every day I'd have to race home, grab something to eat and then off to the mill for the night.... and some wonder why i ran off to Miami as soon as I could.
Night shift on the greenchain in the middle of February was brutal. But we managed to keep ourselves comfortable with a fairly well stocked bar stached in the snowbanks :-)
Anyway, being the typical high school kid, I had to soup up the bug with some deafening sound system (complete with cassette player) and because the car was a '65, it had a 6 volt system, which meant I had to add a converter to bump it up to 12 volt.
I remember it being the middle of the winter and at the time was giving Vicky Kelly a ride home. As we made our way through St John, the power converter which was under the back seat, caught fire. We ended up in the drive way of the little Protestant Church, throwing snow into the back of my car to put the fire out. uhhh... yes... good times. :-)
