Hardhats

The machines were running smoothly today. (For any readers who don’t know where I work, please refer to the blog entry before last, the one entitled “Green Star Rising.”) Wet conditions have a tendency to jam the belts. When the system goes down, the bosses usually send us downstairs to do cleanup work until it gets running again. We would all prefer to be working the lines as usual. Cleanup involves finding work to do even when there’s sometimes no work to be done, and various passing superiors will give you conflicting orders, and you’re not sure which ones to obey. You pretty much obey the orders of whichever superior is watching.

Anyway, today all sorts of stuff came down the chute. I saw a rubber snake go by (fortunately, I could tell at a glance that it was rubber). There were lots of clothes: shirts, pants, shoes, boots, hats . . . An unfurled umbrella twirled along my side of the belt, so I grabbed it and closed it before stuffing it into my trash bin. A spool of wire bounced from the inflow, with the wire’s end snagged somewhere above. The spool wasn’t close enough for either Blue or me to get hold of, so it danced and spun at the mouth of the chute, hopping and hopping as the wire unwound, presumably wrapping around and around the spindle above. When all the wire was gone, the spool rolled over to me, and I put it to rest. I’m sure someone at some point will have to unwrap all that wire from the machinery.

Today was the first day I felt that I needed a hardhat. At least twice, objects of substantial weight bounced off my head — probably pieces of glass. And there were many smaller pings. A new guy working behind us, farther down the belt, said something hit him on the head even at that distance. Blue says as the weather heats up, the trash is looser and bouncier, so we can expect a lot more of this in the days to come.

Generally, you can hear objects before you see them. When there’s an ominous boom or crash on the belt, Blue and I duck our heads and turn away, especially if the impact is followed by shattering. Then we look back to see what has emerged. Sometimes it’s unidentifiable machinery. Sometimes it’s broken furniture, a heavy can, a bottle, or a metal pipe. Today I encountered the floor mat from a car.

I saw my third Greenstar rat today. This one looked bigger and heavier than the first two, and was in less hurry to get away. Some of the guys on another line were talking about a rat that scurried down their conveyor belt! They said it headed right for one of the men, and his eyes got as big as his hardhat! Maybe I should get myself some little stickers and put one on my hat each time I sight a rat . . .

But anyway, the incident I really wanted to write about occurred toward the end of the day. The man working behind me fished from the trash an American flag. Amazingly, it looked pristine, the colors vibrant. (Most of the trash is grimy.) The guy who found it was amazed, wondering what to do with it. (I understood his feeling — the other day, a Native American dreamcatcher rolled into my hand, and I didn’t like the symbolism of throwing it away, so I placed it on the “shelf” behind me — a horizontal steel girder against the wall where we put things that may prove useful.)

Well, Blue asked for it, and very earnestly told me, “Get that flag for me.” The guy who found it said, “It’s only got thirteen stars.” Blue said, “I don’t care.” So the first guy brought it to me, and I handed it across the belt to Blue, being very careful not to let any part of the flag touch the dirty conveyor belt. Blue was equally careful.

To fully appreciate the story, you’d have to see the solemnity with which we did it. All hooting and yelling over the noise stopped, and the others stood quietly and watched. I also know from an earlier conversation with Blue that he will take care of that flag and find a way to display it with honor. It may sound corny to you, but as I reflect on the day, it was one of those American moments when what’s being done transcends the time and the setting. Here we were, three guys of three different ethnic backgrounds, laboring among the refuse of a major city. In a place where men joke, horse around, and speak in the coarsest language, we worked together very seriously — almost ceremonially — to keep our country’s flag from going down the garbage chute. I wish you could have seen it.

It was a good day at work.

13 Responses to Hardhats

  1. Scott says:

    I understand completely. There have been many times that my wife and I have been talking to someone. We are going thru the usual small-talk rituals and my wife or I mentions having a son in the Army and suddenly their expression changes. They extend their hand to shake ours and they thank us for his service and ours to our country.

  2. Hagiograph says:

    The flag thing was neat. Good for you guys.

    I am somewhat fascinated by the other story: the dreamcatcher. Why the gentleness with that?

    My limited understanding is that dreamcatchers were originally intended to only let good dreams through and protect one from nightmares….maybe the person who threw that away had simply loaded it up with nightmares and needed a fresh filter so something good could get through.

    Isn’t that life for many? There’s too many nightmares and too few good dreams sometimes. Gotta clean the filter and let the good stuff through once in a while.

  3. Treefrog says:

    Glad you guys saved the flag, I can’t believe it wound up in with all that garbage. I hope it was an accident that it got there, it really bothers me to have our flag treated disrespectfully.

    • Hagiograph says:

      Well, it apparently _was_ out of date. Maybe they got one of the next generation versions with more stars on it.

  4. fsdthreshold says:

    Thank you all! Hagiograph — you’re quite right. I’ve been seeing dreamcatchers for many years, but it was long ago that I first heard/read the explanation behind them. You’re right: the web catches bad dreams, allowing only the good to pass through — thus protecting the dreamer from the bad dreams. Since people treat them more or less like good-luck charms, I’d forgotten the meaning and had begun unconsciously to believe that they were designed to capture the dreams we want to preserve. So, yes, I should probably allow that dreamcatcher to be disposed of.

    Your guess is as good as mine regarding how a new-looking colonial American flag got into the recycled trash. Maybe the recycling facility is a magical place where the past meets the present . . . wouldn’t that be an interesting premise for a story?

  5. Philip says:

    A full dreamcatcher could still be useful. Maybe those nightmares could be emptied out and mined for some fun ideas — even the venerable i’m-suddlenly-naked-in-public-and-everybody’s-looking dream — and then the empty dreamcatecher could be used by someone else?

    • Hagiograph says:

      That’s a good idea, however recently a paper was published in UnNature (the top peer reviewed journal of unnatural science topics) which did an in-depth analysis of “nightmare adsorption kinetics and thermodynamics of the Native American Dreamcatcher” (Markman, J., Smith., R., 2012, _UnNature_, v75, pp990-999)

      The researchers took a sampling of several hundred dreamcatchers (Ojibwa manufacture) that had been hung over the bed of children for 6 months.

      They then extracted the nightmares using toluene and analyzed them using high pressure liquid chromotography. The results were initially published in “Horror Science”, but in the UnNature article the researchers went back to the “extracted dreamcatchers” and found that a “monolayer” of nightmare residue still stuck on the dreamcatcher material.

      (A “monolayer” is one layer of nightmare thick)

      The scientists ended up having to use a much more aggressive solvent to remove this and even then it was not a full “quantitative” recovery (some of the monolayer remained on the dreamcatcher.

      These were excessively horrible dreams that stuck quite tenaciously to the material. Since many dreamcatchers are made of wood the scientists felt it was the polar hydroxyl groups on the cellulose of the wood that helped adhere the nightmares so effectively in the monolayer.

      A third article was due to be released in an upcoming issue of _Nightmare Analytics_ that further characterized the content of these extracted “monolayer nightmares”, but the lead researcher, Harold Retmar mysteriously went mad.

      Tests later revealed he had been schizophrenic and had recently failed to take his medications. But gosh wouldn’t it have been creepy if there was NO EXPLANATION????

      OOOooooOOOOOooooooOOOOOO!

      • Philip says:

        Very nice! The chemical structure of lignin within wood is currently too convoluted to thoroughly map out,* so who knows what secrets it may contain? Then again, maybe we really should be worrying about bisphenol-A in the plastic dreamcatchers instead…

        *At least according to all around wood expert Drab-on Boring, so take it with a grain of salt. 🙂

  6. Well, I have it on good information that GHOST (Guildhouse of Supernatural Terrors) is planning to petition the Zzzz Board of Sandmen about these Dreamcatchers. According to the ethereal brief they have prepared (and which my source has seen, er, rather, thinks he has seen) GHOST is arguing such devices unfairly prohibit their nocturnal trade. I must say, they appear to have a strong, if semi-transparent, case.

  7. Buurenaar says:

    Dreamcatchers have always been a source of interest of mine. That being said, either due to conditioning or other causes, I have never been able to dream my normal way when there was one in my room. Of course, with all the negative dreams trapped there, it would be interesting to shut it away in a box until time to write horror. Then, you could pull it out and see if the little wraiths could bring you some interesting ghouls to play with.

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