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To kick-off our new website, here is a poem in anticipation of winter:

Ode to the Locator Man

Over frozen roads we roam, driving black trucks to wherever you want us to go,

Our purpose is simple: to find cable and pipe,

So as to allow you to dig without any plight;

We have years of experience on all sorts of terrain,

Before the ground freezes, our life is a pain!

Hopefully, it was asked if snow machines are needed,

“Please don’t make us walk up that right-of-way on snowshoes,” we pleaded.

Regardless, the toils of the job, we’ll get it done,

That’s all for now, I have to run…

Don