Primitive Pete? Nope. Don't know 'im. Never met 'im. Can't say az I ever saw 'im either.
Repurposing tools became an artform on the waterfront. Ideally, your work mate was supposed to bring any tool you couldn't stuff in your own bag. But few mates were trustworthy enough not to "accidentally" put one of your
tools in his
bag. There were only two guys in my crew I trusted not to walk off with my stuff, but we only got to work together on one or two really big projects. Actually, I may rag on the guys that I worked with, but they really were a good bunch of guys that treated me right. A girl hears all kinds of horror stories before working at a job like that. But once I showed them I was there to work, not to play games and flirt, they let me be "one of the guys" so to speak. I'm really proud to say there's a couple dozen or so pieces of the USS Ronald Regan with my name somewhere under the paint and insulation! And in one or two places, a lunchtime sketch or two - though someone would have to climb WAY into the overhead to find them.
After a couple of years as an apprentice on the waterfront, I made it into the advanced apprenticeship and into an office... where I promptly started working on my current matronly figure.
I do miss building things. I think that's why I'm so dedicated to getting BOB in shape. The challenge of turning a drawing into reality gave me a lot of pride on the job. Hopefully, I can do just as well with the bus. BOB won't be able to float... or have cannons... or shoot off any missles... but he'll still be one stout fellow!