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When I'm able, it helps me to focus on mechanical problems. It's the stark simplicity of such things, the possibility of a real and tangible solution, that brings relief. So yesterday I fixed the filter setup on the furnace. It's been there for over sixty years and no one, until just now, has figured out how to keep a filter in the damn thing.

There are still things wrong with it. A crew of monkeys with mallets and cutting torches could have done a better job of installing it. So generations later the effect of someone else's carelessness is still rippling through the world. I'd always hoped never to have left that sort of legacy. And then I think about my son.

There are some of us who should've stuck with nuts and bolts and sheet metal and rivets.