This, of course, is the man of my dreams. Jack, I think was his name.
Opened my laundry room doors, poked around the wall a bit and shook his head.
"Nope, you're not connected."
I kind of knew that, it's why I called him and all.
He went straight to work.
A few beeps later, the slight rattling of a toolbox and some wires lying around and...the green light came on.
Literally. The green DSL light which invites me to throw a scarf around my neck, jump on the 'net and start
cruising the web with the wind in my hair again. A return to civilization as I have come to know it.