Talk about a grand fugue. These machines were all working in a small space on Calder Street in Beaumont, laying a major drain down the center of the street. Somehow they managed to avoid each other. Sometimes it would be two machines across from each other digging. Then suddenly they would stop and a third machine would start. He would soon be joined by another. Then, all would stop again, and a fourth machine, out of view here, would drive in and do its appointed work and retire backstage. Over and over, crescendo, fortissimo, acciaccatura, adagio, andante, con brio --- on and on it went.
I never saw the conductor, but he did a marvelous job.
-- steve buser
I never saw the conductor, but he did a marvelous job.
-- steve buser
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