I just finished an eight hour electrical session with my dad. He's a dude's dude, a mechanical engineer. One of those types who if you happen to know him and mention in passing that your lawn mower doesn't work he'll tell you to bring it by. When you do, he'll spend about 20 minutes looking it over and then unequivocally state that it wasn't the spark plug, it was the efflorescence on the spark plug
wire that kept your mower from starting properly.
So why is it that I didn't understand 110 until today? I have an idea. But for all the bullshit he's dealt with from me, he never gave up. So here's to you, Grandpa. A man too humble to accept tribute, but one too great not to be saluted.
The Black Wire.
The White Wire.
