Out of the blue last Friday, Dirk stopped by while we were loading up the big dumptruck for about the 12th time. He wasn't quite dressed for the occasion that day, but came the next day with his two boys and spent most of Saturday afternoon taking care of business on the house. The truss boom truck (it's not called a "crane" as I learned when I called them) came Saturday night, but didn't have a long enough reach to get the trusses all the way back to the back of the house, so Jared and John ended up schlepping them back from about mid-way, across some very shaky walls. Guardian angels were on full alert that night.
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