Now here is a delima I never thought I would face. They are installing a new gas line in my neighborhood. And have some really neat machines. The crew of about a dozen are swarming over my lawn like little chipmonks. I went out to see what they were doing. I had the thought that I might come back inside and pull out an antique camera to shoot some shots of men at work. Or maybe standing around looking like they are waiting to work. Something inside told me that if i started to click shutters on these latin american type gentlemen, I might have three foot deep holes in my yard for months. It is quite possible that they would all be long gone very quickly. So I chose to come here and close my ears to the tantilizing sounds of metal banging. My how the world has changed.