As good as it gets. Tucson, Work and Long Hairs and the Dream.

Tucson just looked like adventure to me. The west, desert Mt. Lemon and lots of young people on the streets. I found a job at a place called Parttime. Largely we got sent out on day jobs cleaning job sites digging ditches whatever came our way. There was an odd assortment of guys working at Partime. There was the Hells Angles recruiter (or so he told us) I never saw a bike but did find him drapped over the hood of my car his head over a pile of wine puke by me drivers side tire. Didn't look very Hells Angle to me. Then there was the winos that hung out in the flood canal out back. I discovered one thing they knew where to hang it was cool in the tunnel under the road probably the ideal temperature to hang out in as good as any air conditioning.
I was about this time that I ran in to Tom the foreman on a job I was working on. On the same job was some long hairs from California. The job was back filling some areas on a hillside that had been opened up so a garage could be constructed using block walls we were back filling the walls. It was hard hot work. After back filling all day the wall collaped under the weight. It was the end of the day anyway.
Tom asked me for a ride home as i was the only one with a car. Home was a job trailer on a lot being readied for some appartments. The season had changed and the snowbirds were back in Tucson. Snow birds are people from back east that come out to Tucson for the warm weather while the east was still cold. It drives up rent so my cheap apartment over night had doubled in value I didn't want to pay it so was staying in my car. Tom told me I could bunk in the job trailer so I laid out my sleeping bag on something soft at one end of the trailer.
I had a strange dream that night I would remember clearly all my life. I started my dream as a young boy dressed in the bavarian custom of short pants with suspenders. I was in a small Bavarian looking town. I went up to one of the shops and stepped inside. The proprietor was a woodworker a toy maker by trade. Strange thing is he didn't have any toys in his shop. For his lifes work he had nothing to show for it but his shop and his tools and not toy one. Then I woke up on a plain under a lone tree. nearby were mountians ringing the plain snow caped mountains. Suddenly the snow fell off the mountians and caused what looked like a tidal wave in the ground it raced towards me. I wasn't worried reasoning it would die out before it reached me. Suddenly it was on me I could feel the ground sliding up one side of me and down the other. I woke under ground two oddly human creatures were with me. We were over looking some low ground heavy with fog and downed trees. It was a sceen right out of the Hounds of the Baskervilles. The thought went through my head the valley of death. On the other side the road rose up the hills side to the light illuminating the sceen. I woke finally to the sound of brickes being stacked. I looked out the window to see a young college age fellow stacking bricks in his backyard behind us.