THE GOLDEN SEAM
I did not sweep the shavings. I poured the vein.
My first slip: the 0400 timestamp at Saco, when the humidity gauge read 97% — I let the dill run its course through the valley of the forklift’s chassis.
Not a loss. The torque spec that held the dome-kitchen together.
The gear: the one that taught me more than any manual ever could.