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As I mentioned on Tuesday, The Wombie has once again donned the tights of a Superhero, Aquaman, and is once again manning the spigot, doing the Julies, and basking in the glow of past glory for the municipality of Emerald City.  And as all you Marvel fans know, a super person is only as good as their sidekick, their foil, their alter-super-person.  In this case, moi.  Me.  Yeah, there you are.  He even said so, so it must be true.  Hmmmm.  What should be my name?  How about Water Drop?  Big Drip? That would certainly describe my senior incontinence.










Anyway, being a super-person makes you responsible for the local citizenry.  With that in mind, I handled my first Super 911.  Aquaman and Big Drip were going to the treatment plant about 10 miles West of Emerald City - no, Super Heroes have no jurisdiction - we patrol everywhere.  We turned on Bryant Drive and apparently one of our nemesis's, or would that be nemesi? Mother Nature, had thrown a tree in our path.  It took out the power and certainly stopped us in our tracks.  Because someone could have barrelled down the crest on the other side, with disastrous results, we quickly donned our Super Hero duds and sprang into action.  That kind of means we hiked up our jeans and cargo shorts.     







The conversation went something like this:

Aquaman:  Call 911.

Water Drop:  I don't do phones.  Why me?

Aquaman:  I left my phone at home.

Water Drop:  Not very heroic of you?  Can I turn on the official amber rotating lights on this city truck?

Aquaman:  Yes.  






And so it was.  My first 911 call.  There was a bit of hesitation when the emergency phone lady wanted my address.  The last time I fell into that trap I got a bucket of goodies at a car show for longest distance - I'd driven my stored car about 8 miles.  But I said Florida anyway and she wanted to know why on God's Good Earth I was on Bryant Drive?   





It wasn't long before a fire truck from Joy arrived, and a back hoe and the emergency folks took care of the hazard.  This ended with no one hurt.  And hopefully Aquaman can handle everything until I return in August.  Be careful out there. 

Where mains have busted or water is leaking, 

You can count on Aquaman and Big Drip to plug the hole!

(Cue patriotic music and maybe a flag waving.) 





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