Chaos theory

You won't be able to find the kitchen sink in here, but only because the truck belongs to the electricians, not the plumbers.

The first time Denny pulled up in their big, old box truck, I looked in throught he driver's door and immediately resolved to gig him about the pieces of duct-taped 4-inch foam that serve as a seat cushion.

I forgot that resolve in a welter of switch and outlet decisions, but when the truck backed up to the porch today, rear doors ajar . . . .

I flashed back to the hard stop I'd had to make on my last trip down here -- the quick foot on the brake at the toll plaza north of Orlando. My two freshly potted plumerias, along with a couple cubic feet of soil, bark and gravel, went airborne.

Considering that I hadn't been driving this thing, I got off lucky.