In February1983 I worked at West Winds, a small repair shipyard in S.F. as a ship fitter. On Valentines Day in the morning at the beginning of the shift, the welders and fitters "ganged up" as we usually do in the main shop on the pier waiting for the shop/ship foreman to give us our daily assignment. It was cold this morning and I was talking to my welder Mark Bullwinkel, affectionately known to his friends a "Bull". Bull was bemoaning the fact that he was not in bed with his lady, "Bell" celebrating Valentines Day in warmth and her comfort. He had just hooked up his cutting torch so he lit it to give us all a little heat. The Forman was still trying to get back to us with what we were going to do that day. Bull was grouchy about the fact that he didn't know what to get Bell for Valentines Day. Out of disgust with himself, he handed me his lit torch and then grabbed a very large piece of 3/8" thick plate steel in the scrap bin by the main slab. Must have weight over a hundred pounds. He took out his soapstone and started drawing a large heart on the steel plate. In the center of the heart he wrote, "Bull loves Bell"... (read more)