Tim “The Tool Man” Taylor would be SO proud…
With power tool in hand and a testoterone-fueled grunt to match…
I power sawed my way through the floor of the sound desk area at our church…
All in an attempt to expose the mysteries of the cavity that lay beneath us…
Oh… and lay some new cables, of course.
“Why oh why are we having to do this?” I grumpily questioned Samuel, “Didn’t they think that someone, someday may need to run new cables? … Why did they go and hammer it all shut?”
“Yeah,” Samuel replied — not a man of many words. “Strange.”
After noisily hacking off a 1ft by 1ft piece — or should I say pieces? — of floor…
We could peek a short way inside.
“What now?”, I asked. (The power saw by my side wondering why I ever bother to make such pretenses.)
“Saw another section?”, I said, hopeful eyes cast in Samuel’s direction.
“I don’t think so, Chris“.
Now…
When he used 3 words or more… you knew it was time to cease and desist.
Bending down under the desk, Samuel stuffed his head into the hole. And just managed to squeeze his arm in too.
After some wriggling, rusting and few muffled grunts…
He sat back up, clutching an old microphone. Shiny silver. Very 70s.
Wow. Cool. 😎
He reached in again. Further this time.
Out came an old plastic box with plugs attached.
Definitely a DIY project.
Once more he stretched out his arm.
Out came some oddity with two handles you could tighten or release. Neither of us had any idea what this contraption is for.
“How did they get all this stuff in here?” I questioned aloud.
And we both wondered: “Why?”
Was this some sort of time capsule, destined to be opened in the year 2060 by the next generation of intrepid sound engineers?
Did they think: “We’ll save a few bucks on landfill fees?” And just made a tomb for their audio electronics garbage?
Maybe they genuinely thought this junk could be used again someday. So it was a storage area.
But, don’t storage areas need an easy way to get in?
While I’m pondering these things… my partner in building demolition pipes up:
“Hey!”
I looked over at Samuel, who was now busily tugging at the corner of the carpet we were kneeling on.
“Look!”
I watched as he sloooowly peeled back the carpet that was sitting snugly over the floor in this place — not at all attached like the rest.
Our eyes widened as we began to see the outline of…
…
…
…
A TRAPDOOR!
🤦♂️
Oh gawsh! … Not another email where Chris is sharing that he’s done something rather stoopid?
And is he going to give us inother innane: “Don’t do what I do” kind of tip?
What? NO!! …
But we ARE talking power tools here.
And surely…
Who cares what trapdoors there are or not? Just grab yourself a power saw and let rip!
Although…
Probably best NOT to do anything illegal, immoral, or stupi—… ah… unbecoming of a professional freelancer, though.
And I may have learned…
Give people who built things 20 years ago more credit!
They often know a thing or two.
And now… for posterity…
I promote, as an affiliate, some products I use and recommend.
And it would be such a shame if the page I’m about to share with you is tossed into its own “hammered shut” tomb… never to help another soul.
Unless, of course, they have a Ryobi R18RS-0 reticulating saw on hand.
Here’s the stuff I recommend:
https://milham.me/recommended
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