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In the Houston area you are lucky if the line is buried an inch! The people burying the lines don't really care if it comes up later as they or one of their buddies will get paid to do it over! The only things buried properly are gas lines usually.
 
This is 110 AC...I may just run a new wire in a safer location...
Don't know how it is by you, but when I sold my house in NY, the building inspector forced the removal or replacement of a couple of non-compliant outdoor power lines, before he would sign-off on the certificate of occupancy.
 
Good afternoon everybody, hope everyone had a great weekend. :cool: This is the first I've been able to post since the campground lost it's wifi during one of the minor storms that went through. I couldn't even read the newspaper! :rolleyes: This camping business is rough! ;)
Took me awhile to catch up, but I got caught up! :)
Robert, I read your sword story, you have a lot to be proud of!
As for your electrical line, at least you found it! I was suppose to have a pole light as well, have a switch with a wire attached but no light and to this day I still don't know where the wire goes?, it is a dead line though and I think the morons just forgot it? :)

Ahhhh, the son and daughter in law are coming for dinner tonight and we are having homemade veal parmesan, the wife got a special on veal! ;) And she only does this for Jr.! :cool:

I picked up the wine for dinner! :D Spluged! ;)
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Back to Homer Bast on the USS Yolo this date 1945:

May 31, 1945

At 0230 GQ sounded and it was off to the conn. Bogeys were reported but no planes appeared. The weather cleared considerably and occasionally a few stars were seen to be extinguished by low hanging clouds. From time to time the night was lit by the bright moon that was itself covered with those scuttling billows of white. After GQ I spent the remainder of the night in the sea cabin.

Each day is packed with problems, incidents, successes and failures. Today one of the men tinkered with the movie projector and because of his carelessness the machine broke. Mr. Bolks spectacularly secured spare parts. Then one of the firemen let the evaporators run with a value open pumping 20,000 gallons of salt water into the fresh water tanks. Water is on the cri¬tical list. Every ship coming alongside asks for it and we do our best to oblige. The transient boat crews talk impertinently to my officers occasionally. Verbal bickering between the engineers and supply people about the responsibility for certain spaces breaks out; the constant talk about rates and promotions; the scuttlebutt about the ship’s next destination; and the hope and longing for home - these verbal outbursts are part of a day’s activity. Throw in others, and you have a typical day off Okinawa; the only difference today is that it is clear and sunny, the first in over a week.

Tonight is hot. I have been on deck watching the scene unfold. The freighters’ lights, as their cargo is unloaded, throw a blanket of brightness over part of the anchorage. Each cargo ship is surrounded by small craft helping unload. For hundreds of yards up and down the beach lights blaze as every type of cargo takes its place in the build up. At times with the head¬lights on the roads one has the feeling of a small city. To the south, star shells appear with monotonous regularity and the boom of the big guns echoes all night. A steady breeze sings in the rigging. A star studded sky glistens overhead.
 
They grow some awesome watermelons just down the road from me and a lot of the time you see them for sale along the shoulder of U.S. 290. Never thought of them as a laxative,going to have to research that claim. The old people who sell them have never sold me a bad one but some are better than others. Ice cold and eat until you can't hold another bite! Not much can top that! Drift on!
 
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