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Steel Bridge Stolen in Mason County North Carolina

Steel Bridge Stolen in Mason County North Carolina Steel Bridge Stolen in MaSon County th nor Carolina _______________ Adam Padgett I had recently got myself a job at a moving company, helping the well-off, the people too delicate to move their own shit from one place to another. A job that was pulling close to minimum wage, no health insurance and thirty-nine hours a week. A co-worker of mine, Calvin, told me he knew a guy who would hire us for real money. He introduced me to a man named Oscar, a white-bearded man probably in his mid-forties with eyes as dark as used-up motor oil. Oscar told us about a bridge deep in the woods that no one ever used anymore. Said he could sell the scrap metal for a pretty penny, and apparently, there were a lot of pennies in this particular bridge. About a hundred thousand dollars worth. Three of us rode in two separate trucks, on our way to strip the metal of the old bridge somewhere in Mason County. Back roads twisted and turned like unwound fishing line, and the old blacktop had been smoothed to gray. Piles of snow and sleet had been cleared to the shoulder, most of which had http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Steel Bridge Stolen in Mason County North Carolina

Appalachian Review , Volume 40 (2) – Jun 22, 2012

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University of North Carolina Press
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Copyright © Berea College
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1940-5081

Abstract

Steel Bridge Stolen in MaSon County th nor Carolina _______________ Adam Padgett I had recently got myself a job at a moving company, helping the well-off, the people too delicate to move their own shit from one place to another. A job that was pulling close to minimum wage, no health insurance and thirty-nine hours a week. A co-worker of mine, Calvin, told me he knew a guy who would hire us for real money. He introduced me to a man named Oscar, a white-bearded man probably in his mid-forties with eyes as dark as used-up motor oil. Oscar told us about a bridge deep in the woods that no one ever used anymore. Said he could sell the scrap metal for a pretty penny, and apparently, there were a lot of pennies in this particular bridge. About a hundred thousand dollars worth. Three of us rode in two separate trucks, on our way to strip the metal of the old bridge somewhere in Mason County. Back roads twisted and turned like unwound fishing line, and the old blacktop had been smoothed to gray. Piles of snow and sleet had been cleared to the shoulder, most of which had

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jun 22, 2012

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