For Wilshire Baptist Church
It wasn’t my best moment as a homeowner. Or a savvy troubleshooter. Or a tenacious investigator. Or a critical thinker. Or a take-charge alpha male.
It started when LeAnn came home from a morning appointment and said there was some kind of alarm sounding in the garage. I came downstairs from my office and could hear it as I walked through the kitchen. When I opened the door I was almost knocked over by the sound: three pulsing screams, repeating over and over. It sounded like a smoke detector so my eyes went to the ceiling, and no, we don’t have a smoke detector on the garage ceiling. But mounted high up on the wall was a small, square transformer. I walked toward it and, yep, it got louder. Found it. Continue reading “Tunnel Vision”
