Friend Don and I met for coffee recently.
I said, “Good to see you. Where’s the barn board you promised? Hurry.”
The heck with a long greeting, eh? I couldn’t wait to see the sample he brought from a landfill site (affectionately known as the dump) near his hometown.
He reached under the table and pulled out a 16 inch long piece from an 18 inch wide plank.
I knew it was a century old, at least, because of the square head nails snagged in his shirt.
“When can we go for more?” I said.
“Ummm, Wednesday morning at ni...”
“Brilliant. Drink your coffee.”
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You ask, why get excited about century-old barn board?
Let me count the ways! Stay tuned.
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do you have your lathe yet?
ReplyDeleteCan anyone visit this dump of Don's?
Hi Jessica,
ReplyDeleteI'm still waiting for the call from Busy Bee re lathe; I think they said the 28th.
I'll ask Don re access to landfill site; he's a resident of Dorchester and visits it often, and I only go with him.
I pulled nails for two hours today; barn board is pretty rustic and should make some good houses.
Cheers,
GAH