Well, Well, Well...

Maybe You Should Buy Some Gold.

John and I have been quietly stressing out for the past two weeks. Our new well - the one we spent A LOT of money drilling in the spring of 2022, has been gradually failing.

John, being John, has a list of regular checks he performs every Sunday like clockwork. In 2021, he retired after 30 years of performing building maintenance for a large airport. As you might imagine, he was good at it. Darned good.

In 2010 when I went to work for the same airport, I kept hearing his name over and over in various situations:

People said, “Go ask John… John would know.”

Who is this John guy? I wondered. Obviously, I found out and the rest is history.

I still recall, when we started spending time together, I’d overhear him on a phone call from someone at work.

“No, we’re not out of that part. We have a few left. Go down this or that road, in the blue building on the second floor on the top back shelf on the left. I think there are three of those screws in that yadda yadda contraption…”.

While the co…