“I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.”
― Jerome K. Jerome
Years ago, I had a big chest-type deepfreeze freezer in the garage (I guess I still do). People from my background often have these – the generational memory of The Depression, dust bowl, and mass hunger leads to a deep desire to store enough food to get by for an unreasonable time.
At any rate, this freezer was full, mostly beef. I had stumbled across a good deal on half a steer and a lot of it was there, frozen, waiting on my hunger. I was out of town on a long trip and while I was gone someone accidentally unplugged the cord on the deep freeze. I’m not sure how long it thawed out, but it was summertime, and it was way, way too long. It was beyond disgusting.
I thought and thought about what to do. I ended up digging a big hole in my backyard, pulled the freezer out there and tipped the contents into the hole. I covered it up, and used a hazmat mask to clean out the inside of the freezer.
It actually worked. I’ll bet to this day the grass grows really green in one spot in that backyard.
Today’s story is about a man that does this sort of thing for a living, and for redemption.
Been there, done that — except it was Tropical Storm Allison that did in the freezer. You have my sympathy.
My son called me after a New Orleans hurricane (not Katrina, the one after that, Isaac?) to say there was a trash drum full of putrid water in the yard and they didn’t know what to do with it.
That’s easy. Do whatever you want with it — just don’t drink it or bathe in it.
Wow, what an experience. By the way, do you still have huge caches of beef?
No – that was a long time ago and I was living in Kansas. I had relatives and friends that had cattle and connections. Nowadays my freezer has bags of vegetables.