The Repair Advice He Almost Didn't Ask For, and What It Said About Him
He met me at the door holding a spiral notebook, and the first thing he said was, "I should have called you three weeks ago." It was January, one of those stretches where the wind comes across the wheat and the high never gets out of the twenties. The house was a brick ranch on the edge of town, built in the seventies, with the furnace standing in a hall closet the way a lot of those houses have it. The homeowner was the kind of man I have a lot of respect for. He does his own brakes. He rewired his shop. He has a pegboard with the outline of every tool drawn on it in marker. His furnace was…
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