“We were loading a floor through the second floor windows. Like the one’s above your deck, those dualies, except there wasn’t a roof with skylights below. Just the first floor. The carpenter wouldn’t get out of the way. We told him to move and he said, ‘I’ve got my work to do and you have yours.’ He was laying flooring.

Frank was operating the boom and he moved the stack of drywall, maybe forty sheets, what’s that a ton, up to the window, but the whole load shifted and rolled off. It went through the window frame, through the wall under the window, through the floor and landed right on top of the guy. The collapsed framing created a small pocket that saved his life.

He came walking out of there like nothing had happened. But I knew it was bad when he looked down at his wrist and asked, ‘Where’s the Mickey Mouse watch my son gave me.?’ He said that and crumpled. He had two broken legs, a broken wrist and a split pelvis. Frank was in therapy for a year after that. I was fucked-up for two months. That drywall went through that house like the walls were made of paper mache’. And to think we almost killed someone.”