I was a Glazier before I retired…..no not donuts…..a Glazier is someone who installs glass, mirrors and aluminum frames and doors locks and closers. We were working on the Penn Towers Building on Broadway and 39th street K.C.Mo. There was a crew of 6 or 8 of us and we were Just starting the job going from the ground floor to the 14th floor and pulling crates of glass for the windows that weighed about 800 lbs each into the building; the the crane operator would bring them up to the floors and we were to hook a rope on the crate and hall the crate in just far enough to sit it down on a set of dolly wheels and roll it back to near the center of the building and lean it against a steel beam. J.D.fritz was part of the crew and I was told he was from somewhere down south. He spoke with a high pitched snazzily tone and was known to like alcohol and a certain woman who helped him spend his check every Friday then fight and make up again every Friday on the next payday. We were on the tenth floor there didn’t seem to be any team work getting those crates in and set down with out a struggle. So I said look fellows when the crate comes up I’ll hook on the rope and everybody grab a hold and on my signal we will all pull together OK. They all nod there heads yes and here comes the next crate. It was windy that day and it was blowing right through the building as there was nothing to slow it down, the building was nothing more than steel beams and concrete floors open all around except for a safety cable strung around the parameter of the building for a little something to grab if you got to close to edge. I turn my back to get the dolly wheels in position and Fritz grabs the rope and hooks it up…. the wind comes up, the crate swings back out and he has a death grip on the rope with one foot on the edge and the other in thin air 10 stories up. I grab him and yelled let go of the rope…. in which he did and we both tumble back and down on the floor. I get up and lose my cool…. his eyes are big as saucers and I screamed what the —- are you doin’ are you crazy did we not agree to work as a team you moron. Get off this job your fired…..every body just froze and stared at us. J.D. walks over to his lunch box grabs it and down the stairs with out a word. Someone said you just saved his life….. yeah well maybe I shouldn’t have the dumb son of —–. I was shaking like a leaf. we all gathered up the rope and pulled the crate in side rolled it to a steel beam and waited for the next one. I look up…. there’s J.D. Fritz and with that high pitched nazel voice he says you can’t fire me your not my boss. I said just stay back at the end of the rope and out of my way…….a couple days later he comes to work with his left hand in a bandage up to his elbow. Every body ask what happened he said ” oh that old lady of mine took after me with a corn knife and i caught it with my hand “……