My, my. This morning I was finishing loading up a truck when I heard a scary clattering/rumbling that I quickly surmised was coming from the pellet mill area. Yikes. I gathered up the courage to run up the stairs and see what was wrong [By the way, the Booth Brothers are singing a real nice song called "Under God," but dude, here's part of the lyric: (referring to the U.S.A.) "dependent on his goodness / indebted to his care / maybe more than any people / anytime or anywhere." Now, is that not ethnocentric? We're pretty special huh? Sure more than, say, the poor people in Sri Lanka or Saudi Arabia... I heard something on Air America radio, they said "...and God bless the whole world!"] and between plugging my ears, watching a bolt fall from above in front of me, and realizing something was majorly wrong with the grinder, I called dad, who was just crawling back into bed on this Saturday morning, and told him worriedly that something was very wrong and he should come over.

Something was very wrong. Without going into details, stuff that held the big 200 hp motor in alignment with the grinder shaft had come loose, and it vibrated hugely which caused other stuff to come apart and bolts to be sheared off, and all was not pretty.