He maneuvered his crane box to the lower wire on the utility pole and opened a small box hanging from the cable wire.
"What are you doing," I asked holding my coat to ward off the morning cold.
"Adding some new features to the cable line," the man with the beard said.
"I like my cable the way it is, what is new?"
"You now get 10,000 cable stations with only three that you will actually watch," he said lowering the crane box.
"Oh, thank you. It's so nice to have all those choices and be able to channel up endlessly on my remote."
"You're welcome. Glad to be of service."
As soon as the crane had folded into position on the back of his truck, he climbed down to the ground.
"Have a nice day," he called as he headed for the cab.
"I will and thank you for allowing me to remain sequestered inside my home watching endless cable TV."
And so began my day.