A Connecticut Backhoe in King Arthur's Court.

  I do business with McDonald Energy in Barre, Massachusetts. They supply my off-road diesel, the number 2 fuel oil that keeps me warm, any heating equipment maintenance that I can't do, and propane. I love them because they provide excellent service, dispatch friendly, competent personnel, and are as honest and decent as the day is long. They also employ delivery drivers who have "personality" (and I use that term in a most complementary fashion). Having them visit, is the high point of my day. This morning, my oil driver calls, telling me that he's about 10 minutes away.   Due to my fences and backhoe, he has to pull the hose a ways to fill the tanks, so since I'm responsible for the stuff in his way, I put on gloves, and help him pull. Since he's usually here for 20 minutes filling the house, the garage and the rental house, we chat - about anything and everything.   The guy is a real character. Why do I care about characters? If I could use any adje