I’m having trouble getting Dan’s code to run—well, not quite.  It’s running, but it’s not doing what I expect it to.
So I’m on the phone with him, and I can tell from the way that he answers my questions that he’s really chomping at the bit to figure out what’s going wrong. I can tell he really wants to give me a new drop of his code. But he can’t. He’s leaving in the morning.
I tell him that’s fine and that we’ll talk next week. And then I ask about his trip.
“Well, it’s a little complicated,” he says. “You see, I bought some land…”
I want to ask how many acres. Â If he camps there. I wonder about the trees and if there’s a pond and what it’s like in the spring.
“…I bought some land,” he said, “and then someone went and blew up an oil well.”
Dan lives in northern Alabama. His land is on the coast. And the oil well is … you know … that oil well.