Windmill Odyssey, Part II

When it rains, it pours. Literally. The day before the trench was to be dug--- to run the wire to our ancient windmill--- in a perfect example of Murphy’s Law of Coincidence--- the forty-year-old pump for the sucker rod assembly gave out with no notice whatsoever. It just quietly burned up and died, and I mourned its passing. My uncle took that motor out of something else many years ago. It…