Sparky

This would happen to be the endeared moniker most electricians hate, but other tradesmen love to refer to our friends who play with electricity. Over the years, there's been several electricians I've worked around. Some good, some not so good. At present, there happens to be three electricians I would actually let work in my house. They've been at their trade for awhile, and they're still alive! They're also not scary individuals, living in a van down by the river, unlike the tile trade. They actually have to attend classes, and become certified, because we're talking about potential danger to themselves, and the public. It's a little different than gluing something shiny to your wall. Unfortunately, there's only one electrician I can call on to help me out when something shorts out, and needs an expert's 'know how'. He's been a friend of our family's for quite a few years. He shows up to practically all our family functions, he helps out when there's a, say, a fence building project, he's been to weddings, funerals, etc. etc. In fact, he was hanging out with my cousin, and pretty much adopted himself into our family, when they were in high school. So we've known him through some of his teenage years prior to his fascination with everything electrical. I'm pretty sure he would be offended if we were to call another electrician to come into our house and have something done, so he remains the sole wiring jockey of our domicile. But, each time he comes to our house, he has all these grandiose electrical ideas and solutions, that are probably going to run me into the hundreds of dollars. He's all about having the right light wash over something, or getting rid of light fixtures in place of can lights, running cable TV to my patio, and the list just keeps compiling. Fortunately, my budget for electrical work keeps him at bay. Otherwise, Sparky would be a permanent light fixture at my house.