...And with their irons holstered the two strangers rode separate ways as the sun set like a sliced cantalope on the horizon. Grown men bowed their heads and removed their hats as each of the gunslingers passed, one heading east, the other towards the sun. And so another chapter ended, only to spawn the beginning of yet another, and another. These are the stories that young boys would read by flashlight under their sheets decades later. These are the times when men were men, and a wire was not just a wire, it was a way of life. Fortunes were made and lost. Blood was shed and some men died leaving their wives and children with only the wires they fought for so fearlessly. I was there my friends, there when legends were made. I would be able to tell my grandchildren, if I actually had any, that I was there when those life-affirming words of wisdom were uttered;"...a man incapable of discerning a $2000 wire from a $3000 wire must be either deaf or seriously hearing impaired." Those are words not just to build a system on, but words to live by and to teach your children lest they never be forgotten.