Almost immediately upon my return from Alaska, the kitchen light went out. I determined that the bulbs as well as the ballast were bad. Karen, her family, and the dudes at Grover's told me that the problem was the bulbs, not the ballast. I bought both anyhow. This evening, I replaced the bulbs, but the light still didn't work. I then wired-in the new ballast and the lights worked. I then tried all of the OLD bulbs, and they were all burnt out. VICTORY!
I proudly exclaimed my achievement to Karen. She said, "I guess you might know what you're doing...SOMETIMES." I haven't had a compliment like that from Karen since I picked out her Subaru Outback.
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