A long time graveyard mechanic, Francis Bennet, 61, passed this week. He had been retired about 18 months. He was probably the most well liked mechanic amongst the line drivers as he had a habit of telling management and anyone else the way it was and if you didn't like it, tough.

One of the things everyone still laughs about is when you called him up in the middle of the night and said you had a check engine light, and those Cats had them all the time. The conversation would be something like "I got a CEL." "You got oil?" "Yes." "Got water?" "Yes." "Making electricity?" "Yes. "Keep going till it stops, then call me. Bye" Some times it was "till the POS blows up."

RIP my friend. You will be missed. And I will keep a campfire burning for you...and a cold beer.