I went out on a no-heat call around 8:30 p.m. one night last winter — old people, so I felt like I hadda. The daughter called, sounded worried. She said things had been pretty bad up there since the old man got sick. And they won’t sell the house. Just too old to move.
The big oil company they bought the service contract from wouldn’t repair the boiler. They said it was a fire hazard, but I think the tech just didn’t have the stomach for this cellar.