Into this cold, dark fracas steps the lowly lineman, having been summoned from his warm slumber to restore power and safety to the neighborhood. He is a mechanic, electrician, woodsman, acrobat, carpenter, gadgeteer, and first-aider all rolled into one. But tonight, he is simply the lineman and he knows that when the weather gets nasty, he goes to work.
Within an hour, the lineman has found the break, cleared the dead ash tree, and climbed atop the icy pole to repair the line. The climbing spurs on his boots are perfectly filed and they bite deeply into the wooden pole as he steadily hauls his trusty toolbelt some 40 feet up. On his waistline workshop, he has his lineman’s pliers, skinning knife, wrenches, parts bag, screwdriver, folding rule, connectors, and a bag containing his all-important rubber gloves. He wraps his safety belt around the top of the pole, the length of it swaying in the inky night, and gets to work.
Just as the residents finally find the candles and matches, their lights flicker to life as they let out a collective sigh of relief. The lineman has restored power, but he will work long into the night to fully repair the damaged line. His hours are long and his work can be thankless, but he didn’t get into this line of work for glory; he just likes fixing things and helping folks out. Thank God for the lineman.