Steve and Artie were high school buddies from Berwyn
and roomed together at the Skull House.
This is one of the trucks I drove—the
claw at the front grabbed a bottom part
of the gigantic spools, which were on
wheels, and the spools were moved
from station to station in the
manufacturing process.
I worked with these guys at the famous
Hawthorne plant of Western Electric the
summer after high school. I didn’t start this
sketchbook though ’til I was in college, so
obviously I returned to the plant to visit (unlikely)
or I worked over semester break. It was the
night shift and I drove forklifts and other cool
propane powered vehicles, moving gigantic
spools of cables from station to station. I
got the job, I’m sure, because my awesome
great-uncle Les was a mucky-muck at WE.