Ghosts of the Jobsite
Ghosts of the Jobsite Where the Work Never Sleeps Ask anyone who’s spent a lifetime on the water, they’ll tell you. Job sites have ghosts. They linger in the silence after the pumps cut off… in the ripple that breaks when it shouldn’t… in the steel that still hums when the crew’s long gone home. You can’t see them. But if you’ve ever worked the night shift knee-deep in black water, you’ve felt them, the weight of what’s been built, and the echo of what was lost. The Machines That Remember There are dredges that carry more than sediment. They carry stories. The cutter suction dredge that clawed a riverbed clean after the flood, its frame groaning like a memory. The horizontal dredge that kept cutting through a storm no man could stand in. And the amphibious excavator, the Swamp Hoe, that crawled through miles of marsh where everything else sank. They’ve all left something behind. Maybe a footprint. Maybe a warning. Maybe a legacy. Machines don’t believe in ghosts. But they make the...
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