Bill maher dating life
He grew up on his father’s building sites, learning how to mix mortar from lime, sand and water; how to cut bricks to a desired size with the trowel or a hammer and chisel; how to use a level, plumb rule and straight edge; and the other secrets of a trade dating back thousands of years.Bill pushed heavy wheelbarrows full of bricks, and he carefully measured and staked cord lines where the walls would begin.
Seeing no future in that world, Kennedy would hang up his gloves after a few years.But if, as neuroscientists say, our perception of time slows down during traumatic moments, he might have cursed himself and wondered: How did a kid from the streets of Harlem end up on a rooftop in Iowa in the first place?* * * “$2.00 to the Loser” Actually, the streets of Harlem were muddy paths clogged with cows and chickens when Kennedy was a lad, in the 1880s.During the course of his travels, Kennedy had one close call, when he dozed off and slipped from the rod of his freight train on the approach to Cleveland.He suffered severe cuts on his right arm, but lived.But in time, he would take up that pursuit again, with a passion. For the next couple years, the widower and his oldest son would struggle along, living and working together, bereft of the tempering influence of the woman they’d loved.
Bill and his brother Joe increasingly enraged their father with their late-night carousing.
When he could, he chose to ride somewhere safer, such as the feed box of a cattle car.
(Even though, he later wrote, “You can’t sleep very well with [the cattle] eating your bed from under you.”) Sometimes, he would hop off in a town to grab a bite to eat — for example, the free pretzels that saloons offered with a schooner of beer — or to sleep someplace stationary, like a livery stable or a ten-cent flophouse.
Wearing a cloth cap on his head and a button-down shirt and tie under his work overalls, he would stoop over to pick up a brick from its pile, place it on the mortar bed, and tap it into place, then stoop to pick up a new brick, over and over, hundreds of times a day.
The young Kennedy learned how to build walls, staircases, chimneys and walkways. At age fourteen, Kennedy began moonlighting as a prizefighter.
Finally, when Bill was seventeen or eighteen, he and Joe, two years younger, hopped a freight train bound for the West.