I'm hopelessly behind today. The Skunk Workers called up about midnight* with heap Big Trouble; met my boss at the North Skunk-Working Campus, did some in-the-dark-and-cold tower-climbing and infrared camera work and ultimately concluded it was just an unusual glitch. Fog, full moon, cold, I really hope we didn't miss evidence of a jumper. It could well have been a wriggle on the power line or a settling-in thermal adjustment on the recently-replaced sections of transmission line.
But whatever else it was, it was A) Time-consuming and B) Worrisome.
So now, I must dash off and do heavy lifting. The end was in sight on moving out. The finish line tape just got moved. It does that.
Our heroine lifts receiver, says, "Telephone?"
Long, long pause, slight snicker, "What? Umm, it's Hal. At the station? We have some kind of problem with the transmitter..."
Ever feel both happy (Ooo! Overtime!) and annoyed (Aw, overtime) at once?
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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