Everybody gets excited when a crane shows up on the scene, lifts huge girders high in the air, and swings them around like toothpicks. The big red crane looks like a man-sized version of a child’s toy.
The fellow driving it looks a little like Wayne Newton. A white, ten-gallon hat almost covers up his long sideburns, and his triangular shape attests to many hours sitting in the operator’s seat.
The crew came out yesterday, even though it was Saturday. They were trying to catch a few hours of rare sunshine to start sheathing the main roof. They got a good start. Won’t be long now until we’re fully dried in.
Moving right along, now, with restoring the “lost posts.” When this was originally written on April 10, 2005, my blog buddy from Wales, Daisy-Winifred, said “Be fantastic if that were a skylight, you’d have a punk roof with a Mohican haircut then.”