When Champagne’s roofed Adam’s house, the crew consisted of Americans in their twenties, but the men who arrived at my house all look like they come from south of our border. I worried that they weren’t legal and that they’d rather I not photograph their faces, but for the sake of the blog, and to update Matt on what’s happening to his house, not to mention the opportunity to record another deep blue New England sky, I snapped away.
It’s funny how small my house looks with six guys swarming over it. By 10 AM the entire roof was stripped, and by the end of the day they’d finished laying maybe three quarters of the roof.
Big doings at 1, 3, 6 Central … ! When you’re done with all this fixing up, it’ll be too nice to leave it.
Love the lone yellow hardhat at ladder apex.
The wife in question plans to stay and enjoy all the pretty little horses.
Love the pictures…very impressed at all the home work. And you are not allowed to ever even think about leaving.
I second BirdBrain. And Anon. No one goes anywhere, you hear?
All I can think of, seeing those guys swarming around the roof is, “Don’t fall off!” (Funny how bad old falling experiences twist your mind.)
Having now heard first hand your story-tellings of this Guatemalan roofing crew, your pictures don’t begin to convey their swarm-like productivity.
Send them here next!