Some jobs are just too hideous to contemplate.

I'm allergic to rocks hitting me in the face.

My mothers dad dropped out of the eighth grade to work. He had to. By the time he was 30, he was a master electrician, plumber, carpenter, mason, mechanic. That guy was, to me, a magician. Anything that was broken, he could fix. Anybody anywhere in our community knew that if there was a problem, Carl was there to fix it.

The skills gap is a reflection of what we value. To close the gap, we need to change the way the country feels about work.

Nobody makes a turd like that and lives.

Always flat front. You've got to be deeply suspicious of a man who consciously goes with pleats. Why would you do that?

I can say the willingness to get dirty has always defined us as an nation, and it's a hallmark of hard work and a hallmark of fun, and dirt is not the enemy.