So... Once Upon a Time...

Wurkkos

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Three weeks ago I went into my garage & my lights wouldn't turn On,, tried my garage door opener / nothing.
Made the small hike down to my basement & saw my breaker tripped, thought "good it's just that"

Twenty minutes later checked my breaker box & it was tripped again,, so went into the garage & unplugged everything & turned everything off.
....now the breaker was tripping instantly.

///ISSUES///

My house is a good 100 years old & I'm not certain on the age of the underground wiring leading to my garage (at least 75' away from my 200A breaker box)
Had my electrician come out & yep, it was the underground wiring,, f**phixss*r

Fast forward,
Made the decision (since it was to be trenched up anyway) fully went for it with a 220V setup upgrade in my garage.
I don't really do home improvements, but this had to go under the 'file' of Home Improvement $$$
Having a good electrician is key; really clean work & never a question on my request for larger gauge wire / putting in a full 50A 220V outlet.
As of yesterday: everything is now at 220V code in my garage.

So you ask, 'what's the point of this post'?
well when the lead guy was leaving I gave him an 18650 powered Osram thrower (figured he didn't have anything like that)
..he said he didn't & would take it on his camping trip over the weekend.
I know that light will throw several hundred yards & it'll blow his socks off.

With battery, $35 light setup could pay dividends in the future..ya know

or
maybe another CPF user :cool:
 

bykfixer

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Image is everything.

That was a phrase a dude I associated with through work used to repeat often. For the longest time I did not understand the value of that as everybody seemed to consider the guy a cross between Magnum PI and Fonzy back then. Women would swoon, and men would stop talking when he entered the room. Now for some reason he let me see his soft underside as he tried to teach me the value of "image is everything". To this day I do not know why he picked me but I'm glad he did.

Flash back to about 1990. I was a government employee who thought I was a community servant. In a small town community servant meant the same as a big city. Join the right clubs, make friends with the right crowd, "join the coffee club" I'd always say as I politely declined membership to those clubs or dinner with those people. I had a young family to raise and an old house to restore. Plus I got the distinct impression I would stand out like a sore thumb in those circles.

Now as a community servant I attended social gatherings as work required, retirement dinners for the mayor, public hearing meetings and such. But I was my man. I marched to a different drum beat so thinking back, perhaps that made some folks uncomfortable.

Enter Mr Image. I'll call him Willy although that's not his real name. Willy owned a local high end steak joint and worked for a natural gas company. The restaraunt was where all the "coffee club" hung out after 5. Many could hardly afford their mortgage but that place got them noticed. Willy had a knack of causing half drunk politicians and social climbers his steak was the best steak on planet earth. His schtick was send a half dressed dame or young stud to the table with a big slab of beef, let the customer decide how thick to cut it then cook it on a griddle smothered in butter.

Now they were pretty good, but my charcoal grill could do a great job at 10% the cost. Dude made a small fortune each night on cocktails and steak. At his job with the gas company everybody knew he knew where every gas pipe was installed since about 1977. Whenever they installed new pipes in nice neighborhoods he'd have them place rye grass seed in the soil piles to be used to backfill the trench. That way if the dirt wasn't topsoil brown in 3 days the trench would have grass growing anyway. The homeowner had the impression that orange dirt and rocks was actually better for growing grass than topsoil.

One day he picked me up and took me for a ride. He said "young man I'm going to teach you something today." We stopped at a local motorcycle shop first. The owner and Willy rode bikes at Daytona every February. Willy was there to pick out a bike for that year. Not to buy, or rent, but to ride for free. See the owners son and the owner thought Willy was so cool it was an honor to let him ride the highest priced bike in the place at Daytona. Once he'd picked out his choice he advised the owners so he needed to trailer it to Daytona. The owners son gladly obliged ole Willy. "We just got in a closed trailer just for you Willy". But Willy wasn't going to pull a motorcycle behind a truck for 12 hours. The owners son did that.
As we left he laughed and said "image is everything big daddy"……

Next we went to a job site where the workers were trying to find a gas line from the 1970's. They had been looking for 2 days to no avail. Willy pointed to a dent in the ground and said "dig here". Ten minutes later they'd found the pipe. "Yay!!, thanks Willy" the crew hollered. Walking away I asked how he knew where the pipe was. He laughed and said "big daddy I didn't have a gd clue where that pipe was but they don't know that"……"image is everything"……

Willy took me on a few more of those rides before I left the government job. One day I understood what he meant. I never wore a wrist watch but one day decided to try an experiment. I bought a few watches and took notice how some people treated me each time I'd wear a certain watch. If I was around a bunch of propellerhead types a digital watch did the trick. Around gearheads a dark face analog watch with a leather band did the trick. In some circles a Mickey Mouse watch mattered. It was crazy but Willy was right. I tried it with shirts, shoes, ball caps (or no ball cap), and even the words I chose or remain quiet just to see how it works.
Image is everything.
 
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aznsx

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Image is everything.
BF - I gather that community was a fairly small one? 'Bout how big, if I may ask. True that this could be any size place, but I'm just curious.

Back where I come from, the phrase for a guy like Willie was "big fish in a little pond". It wasn't generally used in a complimentary way. There were always a few around, and it must be said, they generally 'did well'. There were always enough like that bike shop owner around to make sure of that. Never hung with that crowd - not my style, or 'image'.
 

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AZ, it was not Mayberry or Metropolis. We had 4 cops and a fire chief back then. It was what some call a bedroom community. One where most leave it from 9 to 5 and on weekends they stay at "the lake" or "the river". I suppose some would call it "the suburbs". Now days it's a very diverse community where a variety of ethnic groups and incomes are well represented, and about 50 cops now.

The local "in crowd" played soccer back then. Now there's a skateboard park in the middle of the soccer complex. My family had lived on a farm that was sold off parcel by parcel as the town grew. So I was sorta like one of the Beverly Hillbillies to many in the community. But they always knew my name when their car broke down or lawn mower needed repairs.
 
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