My Mom called us while we were in Africa, telling us that her and Dad had gone up to the house on a whim to see how things were progressing. When they opened the door the house was full of smoke, and orange embers were glowing in the kitchen ceiling. The insulation crew had knocked […]
The front entrance door was at the wrong end of some rebar sticking out of a concrete pier. Thanks, high winds!
Had just parked the tractor and headed for whatever cover a roofless house could offer when a ladder flew off the upper level and landed on the hood, denting it in the process.