New Dougloid On The Block?

I see there's another Dougloid out there, a fellow by name Danny Douglass from Newcastle.

We are probably as different as can be. I don't tweet or instagram, spend my time teaching school and fixing guitar amps, and I probably smell like camphor. The only tattoo I have is a blue spot on one leg that I got getting stabbed with a pen in high school. But he's got more style-and hair-than me.

My readers will note that this blog has been around for about 8 years now more or less.

I don't know how it happened but welcome Dan.

It is a title heavy laden with the history of my working life. That's what folks who'd made their bones at McDonnell Douglas were called.

Scabs never became Dougloids to my knowledge. Ron Williams made it his business to know everything about everyone. When we were introduced Dave asked me "Do you know Ron? Because he knows you." Ron could spot a scab a couple of hundred yards off and he'd say "Don't talk to that guy-he's a scab." The scabs had broken a strike back in the 1970s and people never forgot it.

After I'd been in the assembly shop for a couple of years inspecting hydraulic plumbing runs in jetliners and had showed that I couldn't be pushed around by the bosses, Ron Williams and Dave Montoya looked at each other and said "He makes a pretty good Dougloid."

I was honored. That makes three of us.