The Boy was home for the past two weeks – taking a well-earned break between contracts. He’s been working as a power company field auditor, knocking out 50-60 hours a week on the job and needed the downtime before heading out again on his next assignment.
Given his new profession on the road, he wanted a chance to visit with Mom while he was back in town, so i arranged to bring her up to visit for a few days. Good time spent hanging out together, but The Boy was working pretty hard to keep her in hot coffee and food while i was at work on Friday.
Arriving home after a day at the office, i learned that The Boy had been put on “One Hour Deployment” notice — he is among the power industry workers sent into the hurricane zone to prepare for the “Frankenstorm” heading toward the eastern coast of the US.
As he filled me in on what little logistical details he had, he started to laugh.
The Boy: Yeah, I was in the middle of fixing Granny a grilled cheese sandwich. Told her that I had gotten notice to be ready to go within an hour and she said “Well, you better finish up that sandwich first”.
Took Momma to see a show at our local theater, which shares space with a Senior Citizens center. As part of the Halloween decor, the seniors had added Mr. Bones to the lobby. This was pretty brilliant…
The Boy has come a long way over the past year – i’m delighted to see him settle into his skin as the fine young man he has always carried inside him. As we discussed his first “Hurricane Deployment”, after just signing onto this job last summer, he was simultaneously excited and anxious about the job ahead.
“I’m driving into a fucking hurricane! Holy shit!”
Making lists of gear he still needed to buy, i suggested he needed to get a badass rain suit like Jim Cantore, famous hurricane chaser from the Weather Channel. Duct tape and trash bags. He was already on it, also stocking his truck with cases of water, a carton of cigarettes, and road-suitable food stock.
He received more info on the nature of the job as he finished loading the truck. His crew will be responding to emergency calls reporting downed lines. Doing triage to determine if they are phone, fiber optic, or hot. In the middle of a hurricane.
In general, i’m not much of a worrier. Gotta admit, there’s a little bit of pucker here.
On the ‘stranger than fiction’ side, however, he is being sent into New Jersey. A small town where my friend the unbearable banishment resides. E-mails have been sent, phone numbers exchanged, and fingers crossed for all involved…