Years ago when I was a poor single person, I didn’t have many tools for everyday fixes. But I did have a picture hammer - it was lightweight and easy for me to use to fix a great many things.
I had an old toaster - the plastic handle on the side that raises and lowers the bread was missing, but the metal under it was still in tact. Since there was no plastic handle, the lever got very hot. The toaster made good toast, but wouldn’t raise and lower on its own.
Ergo the hammer. Bang the lever down to lower the bread; bang it up to raise it when done to my liking.
Yesterday, the driver took me to our favorite spot to watch trains for awhile. There are two small sheds nearby. They both used to be towers years ago and were inhabited by humans. Now they are inhabited by electronics, switches and an occasional maintenance worker.
The driver noticed right away that the one had a door standing wide open and no one around. Thinking vandalism if someone didn’t close it, I pulled out my brand new printed off piece of paper from BNSF with the 800 number and pseudo-card that entitled me to watch from a safe distance and spend my dime to let them know something was amiss. (calling card phone!)
So I called a very nice young man who kept trying to place Lincoln NE on the planet earth and then tried to place my location in LIncoln. He handed me off to another equally nice gentleman that said he would contact someone to check it out. I had the feeling they were still looking for Lincoln and then Hall and Carling’s little houses.
A little time passed and a gentleman pulled up in a truck, walked all around and finally found the door that was standing open. I openly cheered. Someone was going to fix the problem and the railroad would run as usual.
He tried to just close it, but no-go. He tried beating on it with his hand. Nope. He even kicked it several times. Nothing. So this ingenous man went back to his truck, dug ar