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By Our Hands: New Silica Rules Might be Too Late for Me, But It’s Never Too Late to Save a Life
… We’ve got simple names. My older brother was a union Ironworker. Our dad was a truck driver, and my younger brother fell right in there with him. I don’t know how I got to be a Bricklayer . I guess I was in the right place at the wrong time. My first brick job was at Fort Sill, Okla. For two … for thousands of years. You see the way bricks can tie together to keep a wall or building secure and standing. It’s a work of art. One old guy I worked with was named Dale Brennan. He took me under his wing and got me going to church. He took …