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The boilers (and there were 20 of them) were laying out there in the parking lot, not far from the boiler room door. I could see them as Joe and I drove up. “Nobody knows what happened,” he said. “All twenty of them cracked, and they’re only two years old.”
I looked at the boilers. Some of them had holes through which you could have tossed a ferret. Others had sections snapped right off. Strange colors, too. They looked like they had been dipped in hell. “The crazy thing is, the contractor just reinstalled new boilers. No one knows what happened to these, but they put in new ones anyway. So the old folks could have heat.” “Who looked at the job?” I asked. “Everybody,” Joe said. “The engineer, the contractor, the boiler rep, the pump people. Everybody with a hand in the job.”
“That it was just one of those things,” Joe said. “Twenty boilers die on the same day and it’s just one of those things?” “Good enough answer when you don’t have a better one,” Joe said. I looked inside one of the sections. It was coated with what looked like cement. “Have you seen this?” I asked. Joe nodded. “It’s lime,” I said.
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We walked over for a closer look. They were Hydrotherms, little boilers that had worked together in a modular setup to get a big job done. I looked up at the four-story apartment building. “It’s for seniors,” Joe said. “That’s why they went with the modular boilers. They stage-fire the boilers, which is nice because they can track the weather. And they also have that built-in standby capability. Or at least they thought they did. Who would ever believe that all twenty boilers would crap out at the same time?”
“What did they say?” I asked.| Dan Holohan - [Intro] | [Email] | [Website] |
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