.....I can fix most anything except a broken heart.
That's almost poetic, sir.
Question.
Last winter, a primitive on Skins's island had a problem with his furnace.
Some other primitives told him how to take care of it by himself; they didn't think he needed to call anybody.
This was in New England, and the place was covered with snow.
The primitive couldn't get into his basement (outside entrance); too snow-clogged.
So the primitive decided to call an HVAC repairman, with the assumption that the repairman would at the same time shovel his sidewalk and the entrance to the basement, to get to the furnace, so he wouldn't have to do it.
At that, the campfire over this issue went out, died.
I'm curious, and you're an HVAC professional.
There's no way we'll ever know, but what do you
suppose happened when the HVAC guy showed up?
This primitive by the way acknowledged he was able-bodied, not ancient or crippled, frankly admitting he just didn't want to shovel the snow himself (one had to do the sidewalk, too, to get to the entrance to the basement).