The day began with a fleet of cherry picker trucks (Sam's favorite kind) across the street from our house.
I have no idea what they're doing, but there were at least seven guys standing around when I left for work, and it looked like they were getting ready to hoist a giant shiny erector set to the top of the nearest telephone pole.
To be honest, they could spend the next six hours on a coffee break and Samson would be riveted.
I just got a phone call informing me that "the man ... is in the bucket. [long pause] HE'S WORKING!!!"
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I just got to remember to bring stickers for that hard hat
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