Electrician in Burbank: Supercharged – Part II

Hi, this is Mike. This is Part 2 of “Electrician in Burbank: Supercharged.” You found me by searching for electrician Burbank CA. You can find Part 1 of this story on my blog

Previously: Mike, an electrician in Burbank CA, and his friend, Sandy, who works for H Electric, have an adventure. In a bizarre storm, these two Burbank electricians make a strange discovery. Mike’s story continues.

A silent alarm bell rang in my head as I remembered having read about the “Arts Alive” festival debuting in Burbank CA this week. This installation was going to be alive, all right. For all its beauty, it had been designed as a giant lightning rod, which, when struck, would fuse the sand at the bottom into glass.

I looked across the street and saw a camera mounted from a fourth floor window, pointed at the exhibit.

I grabbed Sandy’s shoulder and pointed to the camera. We both looked back just in time to see a cluster of four young hipsters jockeying for position in front of the copper art, hands and bodies clamoring to touch the rod while smiling and waving at the camera.

I heard a deafening thunder clap. Instinctively, Sandy and I dove forward and grabbed a hipster in each hand, jumping back onto the concrete and dragging them with us. They were too surprised to struggle against us. As the last foot crossed safely onto the concrete, a bolt of yellow lightning struck the top finial with a earsplitting crack. The hipsters stood there wide-eyed as it lit up the pole all the way to the ground, every hair on their bodies standing on end. But the young man closest to me reeled, and I lost my balance. I propelled backward, my boot striking the bottom of the installation just as the lightning fused the sand. Luckily, the hipster was no longer touching me, so the impact knocked me clear.

I lay there a few seconds, checking myself. My head was busting and the adrenaline was pumping through me like a freight train. But I was alive. I heard an angry voice, yelling and swearing, but that was superseded by ambulance sirens and fire trucks. I wanted to open my eyes, but a vision of standing in a bathtub full of water trying to replace a bathroom fan was floating through my consciousness.

“Hey, Bud. Mike? You okay?” It was Sandy’s voice.

I opened my eyes then just as the EMTs clustered around me.

“What was all the swearing about?” I asked Sandy.

“It was the guy who staged the whole thing — the artist and cameraman. He said we were in the way when the lightning struck and ruined the shot.”

“Hmph,” I said. “I’ll try harder to accommodate him next time.” I laid there just breathing for a bit while the EMT’s were taking my vitals.  They asked me what I did, and I told them I was an electrician in Burbank CA.


“Yeah, Mike.”

“Good thing we heard that thunder, eh?”

Sandy just looked at me with this weird look on his face. “Dude,” he said. “What are you talking about?”

“We heard that thunder then dove in and grabbed those kids.”

“You better check him out real good,” Sandy said soberly to the EMTs. Then looking back at me, “Last time I checked, the thunder comes after the lightning.”

Like I said, “Anything can happen in Burbank,” especially to a Burbank electrician. “Burbank lightning makes my life more exciting” has become the motto of Burbank electricians. Tune in for another exciting adventure of Electrician: Supercharged. Who knows where we might pop up next?


Electrician in Burbank: Supercharged Part I

Hi. My name’s Mike, and I’m a Burbank electrician. You probably found this blog when searching for electrician Burbank CA. You wouldn’t think this was a typical day for an electrician in Burbank, but an electrician in Burbank, CA? Anything can happen here in beautiful downtown Burbank.

So, my day starts out in the usual way, meeting my buddy, Sandy, another Burbank electrician, for coffee. He works for H Electric. He came up behind me, in the parking lot where I was inventorying my truck and looking at the day’s lineup. I had a ceiling fan installation, a custom lighting gig, an electrical panel and conduit replacement, and a whole house surge protector to do before 3. But such is the life of a professional electrician. Burbank CA is a busy place.

Sandy looks up at the sky. “You got any outdoor gigs today?” he asked.

“It depends on where the conduit is located for that panel upgrade,” I said. “Why?”

“I’m not sure, but that’s the oddest colored sky I’ve seen since I moved to CA from the Midwest.”

I looked in the direction he indicated. The sky did seem to have sort of a yellowish-green hue to it, and big whipped cream clouds were rolling up from the southwest. Except the whipped cream was the color of bilge water against that green sky. The clouds were full of electricity. I’d only seen that once before, where the electricity travels within the clouds, lighting them like giant electrical strobes instead of striking out as lightning. I shivered. It was eerie.

“Whoa,” I said. “Glad I’m not doing that landscaping lighting job till tomorrow.” I straightened up the rest of my electrical wiring, stowed my electrical tools and locked my truck. We started across the street toward the coffee shop.

The wind picked up and sputtered around us, whipping leaves and bits of debris, discarded shopping bags, and lost parking tickets into a whirlwind. The temperature dropped and a few huge raindrops pelted me. My head was bent forward into the wind, and I held my cap on as I ran around the corner toward the coffee shop entrance.

“Hey! Look out!” Sandy shouted, and then, “what the…?” He reached out, preventing me from continuing. I was about to step into a depression where concrete had been removed and filled with sand.

I looked up then. A huge copper art piece had been installed in front of the café. My first impression was of a giant arrow, then an arrow in a globe. I stood transfixed, my eyes running up and down the length of the exhibit, while the feeling of electrical charge ran simultaneously up and down my spine. At the top of the long rod was a bright copper and silver finial. The copper rod reached down through an intricately designed globe which whirled in the wind, looking like a Renaissance weathervane. The rod continued on through a base of copper strips shaped like a pendulum, ending in another copper and silver finial.

“Who authorized this hazard?” muttered Sandy.

Hazard was right. I knew now why I my mind was running like electrical current, spinning, whirring, connecting. I looked down at the arrow-like base and at the sand around it. Ye gods! I suddenly knew the purpose of the thing.

Find out what happens to Mike and Sandy in Part 2 of my Burbank Electrician blog.