Watching you climb around,
I can't help but laugh.
Up the ladder, jumping to a truss,
walking the rafters high above.
You remind me of a circus performer,
or a big sixty-nine year old monkey.

From above you man the pulley
and pull the thirty foot long truss with a rope.
Below I lift the truss up,
making my way up another ladder,
and we set it into place.

A half an inch here,
an inch over there.
Push it my way,
we went too far,
now pull it back yours.

Back and forth it goes,
from day until night.
Eleven trusses are raised,
only five more to go.

Two men doing the work of four.
Someday we'll look back at this
and remember the fun.
I hope we both survive the construction,
to see it long after it's done.

Love ya dad.

02/22/2003

Author's Note: My father is helping build the new shop. You would really have to see us work together...it is a riot. Ever watch a Tim Conway and Don Knotts movie...were almost that bad.

Posted on 03/03/2003
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