Back in 83 I was working on my machinist’s apprenticeship in a Northwest Indiana steel mill. Groundhog day, I’d had a horrible case of the runs, and stayed home from work. It wasn’t common for me to do so, at the time a couple late or missed days could lose you your gig.

Anyway, a day and a half later, I’m feeling pretty good, in fact, I had even had a solid bowel movement and a couple of dry farts. So at the end of my day, pretty well convinced that I had returned to normal, I finished up my workday and headed for the showers.
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