This is the month when we Americans give thanks for all that is good in our lives and I’m all for that. I love the big meal, the gathering family and the Macy’s parade. I also love nodding off on the couch after all that grand stuff.

Each Thursday morning, I send a free enewsletter to more than 5,000 opt-in subscribers. It usually contains seven links to interesting stories (some of which even have to do with heating) along with my brief musings. I do this because I am curious by nature, love to share and have no life.

 Our daughter, Colleen, born and raised on Long Island, now lives in a suburb of Boston with her husband, Adam. The town they live in is called Medford.  

 I was chatting with an engineer the other day. She called to ask me some questions about old steam-heating systems, particularly those of the New York City variety.  

 I’d like to begin with a big shout-out to that noted philosopher, Mr. Michael Tyson, who once said, “Everyone has a plan, ’til they get punched in the mouth.”

I was lucky to have had as one of my teachers the late, great Gil Carlson.  

Each morning, when I sit at my desk, I give a moment’s thought to the broken copper pipe buried in the concrete slab just below my feet.