I hear that phrase once and I have often though about it. An embarrassment
of riches. You have so much good stuff that you are uneasy that your life
is so good.
I have a whole bunch of really good friends, so that I am often just
flabbergasted. Since I left home Murray has been worked on by Andrew
Barnes in a campground on the Texas border, by Kirk, Peter,Bob and a whole
group of surgeons in San Antonio, and when we were stumped Peter flew in a
specialist on a Sunday. Dan has worked on Murray more times than I can
count, and tonight Chris, who I only recently met was on his back learning
about cables and adjusting the clutch. The fact that when I got in to go
home the bus would not go at all, nothing, no going in any gear, forward
or reverse, was not his fault, Dammit! We told him to tighten that cable
and tighten the crap out of it he did. Mark, who is a Prince, had to pull
out his lights and tools again, jack the bus up and get under and unadjust.
But that is not Chris' fault, well, maybe..., NO, he is blameless.
You may have noticed that I am describing other people working on my bus,
and you may say, "Is Denis just standing there with his tool in his hand?"
And, in my defense I have to say, well, yes. But that is because, while I
did build Murray with my own two hands, I had wonderful people telling me,
step by step, what to do. And the people are helping me now just, more or
less get tired of watching me take forever to loosen a friggin' bolt.
So God sends me wonderful people to help me.
I post too long and too often, so I'll get off now, but I feel that I must
tell you all what you are to me, an embarrassment.
