A 33 Year Furnace Binder Against Chaos
Ran a service call in late March. Retired guy, maybe seventy, lives south of Kingfisher off 81. Furnace acting up, cycling short. He met me in the driveway, deliberate man, the kind who points with his whole hand. Before I'd even set my meter down he said: come inside first, I want to show you something. He walked me to the dining room table. Three-ring binder sitting square in the middle, inch and a half thick, no label. He opened it to the first page. It was a receipt from 1991. He said: every time anybody has touched this furnace, it's in here. I've seen customers with records before…
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