I'll tell you - there's nothing like combining the power of the internet with a small town. Within 10 minutes of posting my plea on Facebook, I was on my snowmobile heading out to pick up a little carpet cleaner. Then, while my son feverishly worked to clean up the mess he accidentally created, I was getting text messages of support from friends down state.
This experience has, once again, reinforced why Mackinac Island is the best place in the world to live. Hopefully the take away from this whole thing for my son is - when his dad says he needs help completing a job, it means he needs help. He doesn't want my son to do the job for him. Especially when the job involves a container full of disgustingly fowl black water that smells like death, and tan carpet...
