For all you future farmers out there, remember this: turn on your heater to test it out long before you need it. The old heater that we moved down here from New York where it served many years against the North Country cold finally gave up this month. I was substitute teaching when it had a minor gas explosion. Bert handled that one so much better than I would have. Needless to say, it was time to go shopping. And so we introduce the Hot Dawg.
We picked it up in Ararat, Virginia — conveniently located just down the road from a Charlotte soccer tournament and a hop, skip, and jump from the mini golf site in Mount Airy. (I crushed them!)
Bert, true Renaissance Man that he is, completed all necessary wiring, frame construction, and gas-line-connecting so the Dawg is now keeping the seedlings comfortable in this time of cold. And I learned so much by completing all the shopping at Heavener Hardware. I now know about punch outs in the receptacle boxes, and the guys there know that a three amp fuse can sometimes look like Dutchman’s Breeches.