sw1211 said:
Every group does need atleast one crank in the crowd.
I can see why anyone with the back issues Lou has/had would be cranky. ;D My back issues which don't even compare, have put me in a foul mood all year, just ask the wife/kids. 1st year in 15+ that I haven't touched my golf clubs all summer. I give you a lot of credit Tinker for being able to carry on at all based on the descriptions you've provided of your situation. Good health to all next year!!!
For me, it probably all started at age 2 when i fell off of a playground slide and landed on my head. (that explains a lot of things, some of which we don't care to mention

) Later, at age 9, i was moved to a relatives farm, where by age 10, i was helping in the fields and in the cowbarn. By 12, I was helping move 100# bags of feed. i probably weighed considerably less than 100 at the time, being one of smallest in my age group nearly forever. When my present chiropractor first looked at my exrays some 27 or 28 years ago, the very first question he asked my was, "Did you grow up on a farm?" He tells me those days, as I described them to him, were probably a very major factor in the developement of my back problems. Too much heavy lifting too early too many times.
Along the way, at age 5 or 6, I received a very serious burn on my right leg stretching, at the time, from nearly my ankle to almost my crotch. not quite high enough for me to end up talking funny, but it was a bit uncomfortable at the time

. since that burn extended across my knee and shin bone during a growth period, that leg has been shorter and also a contributing factor. just a whole lot of things that went into developing a serious back problem later on. Also, tore up the right knee while on vacation with my Uncle Sam in far off Korea.
When i finally went to an orthopedic sugeon recently, he told me the reason I have any degree of comfort is that all of the factors of contribution have ocurred of many years. The damage has been gradual. a lot of comfort to know this during those short periods when i am in total agony.
When my own son was growing up, he always wanted to be with me, whether operating heavy equipment or helping me at masonry projects. Until he was nearly thru HS, I NEVER allowed him to lift heavy stones or heavy concrete blocks. i only allowed him to do very light tasks. I think the fact that he has acquired a fleet of equipment that would be capable of picking up and tossing any of the "toys' he learned on/with is relative to his frustrations with his old man over such restrictions :
I have never bourne any blame to those who allowed me to do all of that lifting when i was young. I loved the work, and they would have had to tie me down. i loved the people who gave me the oportunities to have a good time while working very hard. In those days, farm kids did those things. I was relly one of the fortunate kids in my group of farm kids, I did not QUIT school to work on the family farm. I have always felt it was those, big strong kids, who did quit to have been the most seriously injured of all.
Hey, everybody, Merry Christmas
Tinker