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.