Just outside Minot, ND — 12.21.15
The sun always sets this way the night before I leave—
For my Dad, and his Dad—
Every day you’ve worked—that you’ve lifted, fixed, inventoried, ordered and answered—every day has changed the course of every person who ate, thrived, was sheltered and educated because of your sweat and the grease under your fingernails. We have all been loved and cared for because cars need brakes, brakes need work and we’ll always need you to make the wheels turn. This shop is home.
Here’s to you, Northern Brake—the place where grease was born.