“WELL, GET OUT”
The Adventures of an Oil Man
“WELL, GET OUT”
Two of the handful of men who had a positive impact on my life were Mr. Frank Mosing and one of his sons – Mr. Larry Mosing. I worked for them most of my life and did not realize until they were gone, until I was an old man myself – how blessed and how fortunate I was to have known, have been taught by, and led by two such giants of the Oil Industry. Half the time I dealt with Mr. Frank he was chewing me out or getting on my ass! -but the other half he would look at me and smile – I think he could read my mind. It was probably not hard to do. I only ever thought about two or three things – sometimes four. He would always come around when I was working real hard, maybe jumping off a truck, or throwing a chain over the top of a welding machine. I think maybe he wished he was young again, while I envied him for his money. When he would hit me on my back with his fist as hard as he could (which was pretty hard) when I wasn’t looking – I knew we were okay.
Now Mr. Larry Mosing – we were closer. He taught me Sunday School when I was eleven, hired me when I was seventeen, and taught me “Every dollar matters.” It is a great lesson most people never learn. At one time or another he was my teacher, my friend, my boss, and even my disciplinarian. Sometimes I would get mad as Hell at him – but never I don’t think – as angry as he sometimes would get with me.
Mr. Frank and Mr. Larry loved to go fishing. Mr. Larry never bought a boat too big for a Southern Louisiana bayou or a car to pull it – fancier than what he needed. He told me a story once and I never forgot it. It seemed important to him and for some mysterious reason it is seared into my memory.
He said one time when he was a young boy – he went fishing down the Vermillion River with Mr. Frank. At some point in the day – due to mechanical failure – I’m not sure what anymore – Mr. Frank lost control of the throttle on the boat motor – it wouldn’t slow down – and they ended up “beached” – on dry land – the two of them, just sitting there, in a little aluminum fishing boat on the bank of the Vermilion River.
Mr. Larry said, “I looked up at Daddy. Daddy looked down at me, and then he said, “Well, get out.” That was Mr. Frank – a “Legend” – a “Pragmatist” – in the best sense of the word.