It’s a sad thing, but true. When people hear what I do for a living they treat me differently. Look at me long and hard. All humor drops away. Wish it wasn’t like that. I mean yeah, I do climb up the sides of oil derricks. Measure the thickness of steel tanks. Inspect them for fissures. For some people, picturing themselves doing what I do taps directly into the reptile part of their brain. Evokes sheer fear. They picture themselves falling. Do you?