I have to smack my boiler

I have to smack my boiler with the wooden handle end of the toilet plunger to get the heat to come on provided I hit the zoning box exactly right. Then, after ten minutes I turn off the thermostat because I envision paper money pouring out of the holes in my house. And anyway I'm warm enough at 55 degrees. It was 50 in here when I opened the door. I just hope the plunger trick will work next time I need a blast of heat.

My dog is pacing and salivating trying to remind me that he gets his dinner at 4PM. We still have an hour buddy, I tell him. Jeez, but I'm getting hungry too.

We've had a huge new problem back here. A guy renting one of the slumlords garages has decided to run a secret business customizing motorcycles. He is not subtle. His loud generator blasts us out for about 8 hours and then comes the revving of the cycles at midnight. 25 -30 FAMILIES are in earshot of this illegal enterprise.

Thank god our city has a real government with departments that address exactly this sort of thing. We have a zoning department and a fire department and a housing department a Mayor and a police department. All of whom are interested in this new problem.

Outside real estate investors think we're just a poor little city but they quickly discover we're a tight smart community willing to protect the residents at all costs. We're willing to show them the exits.