I was high on the scaffolding to the Kingdome ceiling, sitting in a
swinging coxswain's seat and stick welding, when a large piece of red
hot slag landed in my lap and burned a hole in my pants and started
burning hole on the end of my [penis]. I couldn't do anything but grit
my teeth or fall to my death. I got down as soon as I could and went to
the nurse, who put salve on it. I told her to rub some more of that on
there...




*According to my brother, who got a machinist and welding degree in
1979, Highline college had a welding instructor named Howard Bray, that
had constant command of the class with stories like this.