Bard Tronvold:
CLASS OF 1970
Watertown High SchoolClass of 1970
Watertown, SD
Lake Area Multi-District Vocational Class of 1982
Watertown, SD
Nashville AcademyClass of 1980
Nashville, TN
University of Kansas in LawrenceClass of 1974
Lawrence, KS
Bard's Story
I enjoy writing copy as much as doing voice work. I hope this will give you an idea of how my brain is wired:
I just finished another exhilarating week at the truck factory. We had a training session today. We were invited to write down our comments. I suggested the next time they hold one of these where various people read out loud to the group, they might do well to ask those who can actually ENUNCIATE to read the stuff. Whew!!! It was really hard to endure that.
I broke two bolts installing a whetcha-macallit on a hydraulic glamfaster this week, putting the entire operation on hold for an hour or so. That probably delayed getting a finished utility truck out the door to our account in Los Angeles . That in turn will doubtlessly hamper the efforts of the San Bernadino County disaster squad from holding back the wildfires which are now rendering the entire eastern suburban area a charred lifeless expanse....all due to the untimely delay caused by those two broken bolts. In my view those whetcha-macallits are entirely decorative and unnecessary. Besides, those hydraulic glamfasters stand up to adverse weather just fine without them. They're made in America . But what do I know? I'm just a new guy.
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he work I had to do removing those busted bolts has produced significant muscle mass particularly in my pectoralis majors. Hopefully I can break a couple more bolts next week and my man-boobs may disappear altogether! There is never a dull moment at the truck factory.
Where else am I going to be transformed into an Adonis, wreck stuff and get paid for it? Winning the power ball or not, I wouldn't trade a month on a sandy tropical beach for the thrills, spills and the manly muscle producing exercise I get FOR FREE five nights a week ripping and grinding on those massive utility trucks. I can feel my testosterone level climbing each time I bring an unwieldy, industrial implement to bear on cold, unforgiving steel. It's manly, dangerous...titillating.
Sure I could be pulling down more money sitting on my butt captivating that enviable 25-54 radio audience but when I start day dreaming about that, one good slip of a grinder as it tears a path across my hand brings me right back to the waking world. Besides a runaway 60 grit air-powered hand-held grinder can only give a guy a flesh wound...a momentary distraction, a mere pause. What's the word on that? "Shake it off, slow the bleeding and get back to work." I LOVE THAT !!
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