When I turned 18, I went to work on the iron.
Without a road map on my journey of life, my mother gave me an ultimatum; get a job or get out.
I went with the job.
Though my ironworking days didn’t last too long; 5, maybe 6 years, I met some wonderful men. Men who taught me valuable lessons which would help me later on in life.
This past week I received word that Irv Buitrago passed away. Irv was a Local 40 Ironworker and an outstanding guy. We worked a few jobs together.