The Miracle of Technology... and the Deceiving Qualities of the Internet!

It was a sad, sad day for us when our second hard drive in two years crashed. (Kurt has bad luck... don't ask.) Especially since most data recovery services were looking in the ballpark of over a thousand dollars to try to retrieve bazillions of photos.

But never fear! Thanks to the miraculous internet we found a local business that charged only $299. This is their link in case any of you ever need their services. Their web page testifies to certified technicians and a state of the art "clean room."

We didn't want to pay to ship our hard drive to Provo, despite their sales rep's urging that it was the best and easiest way. I took my address slip in hand and drove around, trying to find "Suite B" at the given address. I pulled up to an old red brick house that for all intents and purposes can be called the ultimate in white trash tacky. Broken garage door hanging open, a broken trailer of rotting firewood taking up the driveway, peeling acrylic green-grass carpet up the walkway, nails for Christmas lights perilously hanging out of every inch of the wood paneling around the broken front window. But alas, it was there - a shiny black "B" on a rusted mailbox by the front door. I knocked on the door... knocked... (it was 9:30 am)... finally a guy in his underwear answered the door, revealing a smelly kitchen with potted plants overgrowing the kitchen table. He sleepily (hung-overily?) said that I was in the right place as he profusely apologized for not being ready. He looked something like this:

Regardless of how his "clean room" or he himself presented, less than 48 hours later my 18 gig of pictures is restored for only $299!

Will we use him when hard drive number three crashes? You betcha.