Some anecdotal evidence on the state of the local economy.

Earlier today, I looked in the yellow pages for an electrical contractor. I just need maybe 2.5 to 3 hours of work at my new house. (Taking down two ceiling fans from my apartment, re-installing them in the new house [pre-wired], and pulling a new wire through the attic and out the front soffit to install a motion activated light so that I can see geting in and out of my van at night; and replacing two chrome-looking, builder-installed chrome wall lanterns with nicer looking brass ones.) I will not mention the name of the contractor, but I noted than one of the electricians had the same last name as my late paternal grandmother who was originally from Brunswick, so I called him out of curiosity. Well, it was about 1:00PM and I found him at his home. He had his partner, who handles the residential work, call me about 10 minutes later. After I told him what I needed, explaining rather apologetically that even though it was such a small job, I could no longer do it myself because of my disability. I then asked if he thought he could get to it later this week or early next week. To make a long story short, he and his "crew" will be at the front door of my apatment at 7:15 AM tomorrow morning. Think about it.