The Ignorant End of a Shovel.

Rather unexpectedly due to some conflict with neighbors over a dumpster, my postdoc advisor asked me to come to his house this evening to help with something. From the deck incident earlier, I was prepared for it to be a fairly labor intensive job. It turned out we were moving a couple giant piles of dirt. The only complication was that as the U-Bahn to their house rose from the underground portion of the track, I realized a horrendous thunderstorm had begun after I had popped into the train station. So, we really were moving two large piles of mud eventually. Anyway, the job got done and as my grandfather says, sometimes it is good to be on the ignorant end of a shovel.