Who knows? It was in Jr. High School and the kid was a bit of joker.
Supposably I had a great uncle who died in a beer vat. When first I heard the story I thought he had drowned, but later my mom told me that was wrong. It was worse than that. His job was to varnish the vats (these were huge vats, not for home brew) and while he was doing that it caught fire.
So, I don’t know, at this point I couldn’t be sure either of these stories are true.
One thing for sure, some poor bridge painter fell to his presumed death off the Throgs Neck Bridge yesterday.
RIP hard working men, we do appreciate what you do.
Yes, the tales we hear and can weave. When I was about 12, I told all my friends my grandparents owned B F Goodrich tire company. My maternal grandparents were named Goodrich.
Yes, RIP to the hard working and special thoughts for your Uncle.