How very funny that was and something you should say!
I hailed from a long line of either welders or sparkies. I was 9 when I discharged my first capacitor. I loved playing with my dad's diodes and stripey colored-banded triodes. I learned early that tubes have a pressure which can implode. I knew what a schematic was before I saw the book, See Spot Run. In first grade when the teacher said to take out your reading book, I asked her, where she kept the schematics at. At 16 my dad said, I should take the exam for a third class license, I did. By the time I was 21, I had them all. He used to say, meaning this as a compliment to me, " that you are smarter than you look." I used to look in the mirror and wonder, is it the boobs? or he mascara? Then, I met this man. Who was what? A sparky... And, he was irish... My dad was so happy. He looked like a little leprechaun dancing. He wasn't racist at all, he just liked it he was irish. At my girlfriend's wedding he said, " I was talking to that tall kid, that tall skinny kid with the red hair, I think you should get to know him." And, what happened, I married him.
So, their in the evenings, we would work on our new house. It was bought "as is." And, boy was it as is. My dad ripped out all the electrical in most of the house, and my husband ripped out the kitchen tracing a hot wire. I was out buying the right gauge wire, nuts, and pizzas.
It was a match made in heaven. Between my husband and dad.
God they loved him. If we had an argument, I was told, without them even hearing about it, I was at fault, not him!
I rethought this marriage bit, lol. I was getting the shaft.
We were a sparky family. We have sparky children.
When he passed on, I was told by his coworkers and the military that God needed the best sparky so their wouldn't be anymore blackouts.
We lit up the town that night better than any 4th of July Celebration.
So, you see, in essence, I do have connections. That blackout was God's way of saying, " call a sparky!" Things happen for a reason.
Call.