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It was getting close to 9:30, and I was starting to get a little anxious. So, I called him. Yes, he would be glad to take a look at it. He would give me a call in the morning. Oh, happy day. I was up by 6:00, and made coffee from the one gallon of water we had on the whole ranch. The phone rang about 7:00. Still having that problem? Yes sir. I’ll be on over there in a little while.
Clyde arrived about 8:00 with his able assistant, Eddie “Tiger” Frazier. They were not in the basement five minutes, and Clyde, using his voltmeter like he knew what it was for, said, “The problem is not down here.”
Outside, it was cold and the wind was blowing. The sun was up, but still behind the clouds. They took the top off the standpipe and checked the wires coming from the house. Good voltage. The problem was down in the well. The pump had to be pulled. Oh, dear.
A piece of pipe with threads on it was screwed into the top of an ingenious device called a “pitless adapter,” and Tiger commenced to heave-ho on the pipe, while Clyde dragged the top end across the driveway for 50 or 60 feet, and up came the pump.
I was impressed. I know they had not been at the house 30 minutes and already the
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