Eastport has an active energy committee, which is good considering how many times we get hit with electrical outages. We live at the edge of the grid, after all, as well as on an island subject to some wild weather.
So while lunching at their Earth Day set of presentations, the man opposite me was asking about our house renovations. This is a small-town, after all, and everybody knows everything – or will.
As I explained the history of our place and some of its makeshift, even shocking, carpentry over the centuries, he interrupted me with an account of a father and son working on a project.
I thought he was talking about John Shackford senior and junior building our place.
As the two were working on the rafters, the son questioned his dad, “That’s six inches off, let me fix it.”
Naw, came the reply: “Just nail it!”
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Sadly, I’m having to admit my realization of how often in my life that’s been the case.
And also, in our home project, how grateful I am that our contractor Adam would never settle for such sloppiness.
We fully intend for this house to last another 239 years.
Jnana's Red Barn 