Three heavy oil-filled transformers sit atop a slightly bent wooden pole outside my studio window.

That’s a mess of wires. Add to that some good old fashion, landline telephone wires heading every which way plus some sloppy cable lines. And there’s a street light too. A sodium vapor light that casts a warm yellow light in the evening and shines right in my window.

All this hangs on this one slightly bent pole which has been bearing the weight for as long as I’ve been in town, over 13 years and probably longer. That’s one tough pole. I hope. What’s the lifespan of a telephone pole?

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