Like all good practitioners, Mark Kramer is trying to diagnose my problem by asking a lot of questions.
I, unfortunately, am not the best patient. "Um," I answer. "I think. Maybe."
Honestly, I have no idea.
I have not been paying attention. I don't know if the sound is closer to a rumble, a rattle or a squeal. I haven't noticed whether it quiets down after a few seconds.
It is painfully clear that my 28-year-old Maytag clothes dryer deserves better than this, which is why I've called Kramer.
A half-hour after he arrives, my dryer is rotating with a quiet, happy pulse. In our blended household with multiple teens, it's good to have the dryer working again.
And it's great to know that even now, a real, live, Maytag repairman is still making a living fixing things — and reminding us that we don't have to buy new things, even if the bells and whistles are mighty tempting.
For 26 years, Kramer has crossed the south metro area repairing washers and dryers, refrigerators and ranges of all brands. Toiling in blue slacks and a gray workshirt, and unbothered by my dingy, poorly lit basement, Kramer is among a shrinking number of foot soldiers in the battle against a castoff society.