Delinquent Correspondent

Wow, it just hit me that I've been slacking on my obligations to keep this blog current. It's the humidity... THAT's IT! If we could only have a DRY heat. Kidding aside, It has been freaking hot and humid these last couple of days.

Quick update that will be of interest for Alice in the category of "brush with fame". Her former babysitter and dance company cohort will be dancing with Britney Spears to open Sunday's MTV Awards show. And to think... we knew him when!

I think I am honing in on the final version of the Grand Rapids Community Foundation underwriting spot for Ken Burns' "The War". It is a lot to squeeze in 15 seconds but my client seems to be happy. The images, by the way, are Bill Hebert photographs. I really enjoyed learning the "Ken Burns effect" with slow zooms on photos. It's real easy in Final Cut.

As promised, a conclusion to the story on the garage door disaster from my first blog entry.

We finally gave up on the repair guy who came and measured about a month ago. How many phone messages can you leave for a guy? And now what? Who repairs garage doors?

The answer came in the form of a wrong number. I dialed a number of a client from a brochure but no sooner had I punched in the last number than I realized that I had mis-dialed. I quickly hung up and called my client with the correct series of seven digits. Thirty seconds after I hung up from that call, my phone rang. It was the wrong number I had first dialed. The guy identified himself as working for a roofing company. I explained the SNAFU but then asked him if he did garage doors. He replied, "NO, for that you should call Bouma Brothers". They're great guys."

I looked up the number and scheduled a site visit for the following morning. Bright and early, a big black pickup truck showed up just as I was leaving for a breakfast meeting. I showed him the door mand explained that repair would be great but I fully expected to replace the whole thing. When I returned from the meeting, the door was fixed. Not only was it back on track, but it has NEVER worked that good. I can raise and lower the door with my pinky finger! Inside, there on the counter, was the bill. Drumroll, please... a whopping $67 dollars. He also quoted that he could put in a power door for an extra $350. I think we are going to do that. Bouma Brothers ROCK.