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Ricky
I hooked up with a contractor on Monday morning and a shaking of hands confirmed our agreement the old fashioned way. His electrician had busted up his SUV and his right arm in a bad accident two weeks earlier, and a new home build sat half-finished.
It probably helped that we’d both shown up for our meeting on Harleys. While Craig wasn’t a Viper, he knew of the club. He also knew Klingon, and a friend of Klingon was a friend of his.
Job landed.
I worked ten-hour days the next four in a row, the scent of sawdust and freshly cut lumber easing my antsy feet. Nothing like a construction site... The chance to help build a home, provide for a family, gave me a sense of satisfaction it did for most contractors I’d worked with over the years. While not caring for my own family, it st
