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Of course in this case the grounding support was on wheels, so the idea was to secure them. Must admit I was glad when that one was done, but think it was but a half day.
Funny thing about heights. You can dance on a twelve inch wide plank, so long as it is not more than four feet off the ground. Put that plank up fifty feet and can barely crawl across it on one's belly. Not sure if I have told this story or not. A guy I met one time told me he worked on the new high-rise construction down-town San Francisco, sixty stories up. He said, often new guys, never up there before, would come out of the elevator and go straight down on their stomachs. Said their hands had to be pried off the floor planking to get them back in the elevator.
I guess over a period of nearly twenty years I fell three times. The first was on the ground when I stepped backward, tripped on something while painting, and fell backwards on a planter box on my ribs. That was painful. Probably broke a rib, but there is nothing much to be done so I didn't go to the doctor, and never had a problem with it, accept painful breathing for awhile. Another time I slid down an inclined ladder on my butt, holding the paint straight in the air so I didn't spill a drop. That was hard on my tail-bone but no big thing. A bad one was on the side-walk of a building on Bessie Street working for Anna, reaching for that last stroke, and the ladder, a five footer, went out from under me and I was on the second from the top step.
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