Do you recall how the cake toppings were trundled out to the car amid the hustle and bustle of leaving the cabin in the Poconos, after a full day of eating, drinking, and spending time with family at the lake and the cabin? Well, the trip home for The Yard Man, Only Son, Small Actor and myself was uneventful. We arrived home very late at night and Only Son and Small Actor spent one more night here at the home of The Yard Man and me rather than head to their own home at such an advanced hour.

Now, Reader Dear, it so happens that I've got someone I depend on to work miracles on the carpets at my sometimes-not-so-scrupulously-cared-for apartments. A little light bulb popped on in my head when I looked at that topping flow. "I think I'm going to need a more advanced procedure," I told my son.

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A Miracle! |
It was a blistering hot day. Generally, Jerry does not have drive-in customers (I'm surmising).
"You can go sit in the office where it's air-conditioned," he told me. "This shouldn't take me more than about twenty minutes."
Jerry worked for a half-hour in the blistering heat, while I chatted with his friendly step-daughter in the small inside office where a window unit was churning out cold air.
Viewer Dear, just look what he did!
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The Miracle Worker! |
"I'm going to do some advertising!" I told Jerry*
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*In addition to the miracles, he's a really nice guy.
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