I heard a noise this summer and looked around the corner to find a truck parked in my back yard.
A lot of the utility workers from around here are down in the southeast right now, trying to repair all the infrastructure damage done by Hurricane Michael. They’re putting in some long, long hours, a long way from home.
On more normal days these are the guys who keep my computer and TV running, not to mention, oh, lights and heat. Speaking as a person who once, as a lad, tried to dig a piece of bread out of the toaster with a fork, I wouldn’t take their job for love or money. (The toaster won.)