Neanderpundit

is expecting an ice storm, and is concerned about her power. I can understand. Keep a happy thought for her- and remember when you turn on the lights, you owe your comfort to men like these:

Work on half million volt wires? No.
Sit on the outside of a helicopter? No.
Work on a flying platform hundreds of feet in the air? No.
There are about a dozen hard “No” answers in the questionnaire for “Do you want to work for Haverfield?”. I would not get past the first two.

Now, would I be a ground crewman? Would I be the guy who inspects and maintains the equipment to make sure all the shit is as safe as it can be? You betcha. I would have made coffee for Red Adair, I would for damned sure work for these guys. But you ain’t getting me in that chopper, pal.

That something I ate didn’t agree with me. Or maybe I might have the flu. If it was something I ate, it didn’t agree with me for a value nearer ‘Is strangling me to death from the inside” If it’s the flu, that explains the desire to lick all my co-workers coffee cups.

Eye doctor’s truck is giving him grief. Co worker lost the alternator in his Isuzu. This weather is not good on vehicles. I keep toying with the idea of buying a plain old Bronco, and in the end, the all mechanical no electronics part of it appeals to me a great deal.