Why You Can’t Stop Fixing Everyone
I have spent forty-five years in other people's houses fixing things that were not my problem. Not the air conditioner. The air conditioner is my problem. That is what they called me for. I mean the conversation that was already going when I walked in, the breaker box that someone double-tapped years ago and pretended was code, the marriage that was thinning out across the kitchen table while I was kneeling at the air handler. A man knocks on enough doors and he learns that the system he was hired to fix is sitting inside a system that is also broken. Nobody asked him to look at that bigger…
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