Rick and I fixed the garbage disposal. He got two rocks out and I got the other one. It appeared that one rock had stuck the garbage disposal such that it couldn’t move. The power went out at one point. Rick poured some powerful chemicals into the bathroom sink. I gave him the American Spirit cigarettes. The garbage disposal does not sound quite the same. It sounds as if the blades are slower. So no more lemon slices, I’m afraid. But we should feel free to put smaller bits of food down there.