I don't know if I have mentioned it, but Younger Son is the engineer/tech guru at a video post-production firm in Minneapolis. He started there immediately after high school ("I'm tired of going to school, Mom and Dad.") as an unpaid intern in the tape room. Eventually he moved up to a paid position as junior colorist -- as he described it, his job was to do everything necessary so that the senior colorist never had to move from her seat at the high-tech color correction machine.
When the engineer left to go to another video post-production house, Younger Son applied for and got that job. It suits his techie passion well.
Sunday morning he was in the office cleaning up the network cable room. Had to do it when there was no one else working because they would have gotten annoyed at the repeated interruptions as he unplugged and rearranged and replugged network cables.
Left, original mess.
Center, after his quick and dirty neatening effort a year ago.
Right, after today's session.
I shall refrain from any snarky comments about the state of his room when he was a teenager. That was a long time ago. He has moved on and so have we.
