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My Birth, Scotland
This was, of course, when I was born. I can't be sure where I'll end up at this point. I don't know how old I'll grow to be. I do know, however, what I want to be. I want to be a free man.
After the Udston Mine incident, I decide I want to quit coal mining, and, in search of a wide range of jobs, go to America. This journal's purpose, to put it bluntly, is to narrate this. My kids are going to look at this. (Unless they end up like me and hate their stuffy old father.) -
Liberty, Otherwise Known As America
I've arrived in America. My handwriting, I admit, is sloppy, but I'll do my best to narrate this. The sight of the behemoth took my breath away, even in the humid June air. Was this copper giant what the French had built for this land of the free?
It was beautiful.
Soon after, I went through inspection. The whole thing took a second; they just flipped up my eyelid and were practically done. I walked out of there a new man, I should think. -
Chills
Today I heard from another Scot that just came over--Scotland hit a new low, temperature-wise. It was -27.2 degrees in Braemar.
It's strange to feel slightly connected to your home country. You can remember every detail of your flag. But you know you're in another country...I had to remind myself of that with that even with that cold breeze. I'd like to get to know that other Scot. I think we'd have a lot to talk about. -
Hired
It's been a while since I've been hired, but I'm writing about it now. Things haven't been exactly great, but I'm not saying things are going bad. If I had to pin a word to it, I'd say things are hectic.
I've been hired by a construction company. Every day we're more than one hundred feet in the air, advancing the vertical city. It's a great thing. It's also a dangerous one. The veterans, gruff as they might look, are always unsettled to see a fall. We don't have harnesses, after all. -
Slip-ups
Today I saw a mistake. I'm no perfectionist, but...
I'm fairly certain falling from two hundred feet up in the air isn't a perfect, a-OK job. Things on that building have been a little shudder-inducing since then. It isn't exactly easy seeing someone else fall that long.
I wonder if he had a family. They'll miss him; he was a cheerful guy. -
A Changing Nation?
The other day, there was a new state added: Utah. I heard something of Mormons over there. I don't mean to step out of my speech boundaries, but I guess they're going to have to be a little more tolerant.
It's a little strange, but not discomforting, to think that this nation changes all the time. I thought at first I was coming into a 'finished' nation. I wasn't prepared to see these changes, but it's nice. I feel a part of this country.
