Chapter 10: Lumberman Carl
October 10, 2015
“I’m an asshole,” Carl said, walking me through heaven-high piles of beautiful lumber of many different sizes and textures. There were oak bundled boards, maple plywood, and chestnut beams. The lumber yard was massive in size, over four acres long and just as many acres wide. Employees in green aprons had asked if we needed any help, which we didn’t. Together, we walked from a galvanized woods world to loose pieces of lumber in a secondhand area, misfits in the menagerie of wood.
“What do you mean you’re an asshole?” I asked him, taking in the forklifts, metal carts, and Lumberman Joe’s logo (two pine trees hugging), which was plastered everywhere.
“I should have kissed you by now.”
“But we’ve just recently met. There’s time for that later.”
