Kids These Days: The Repair He Couldn't Do at Their Age
My phone rang while I was up on a rooftop in Hennessey, and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Dave, they sent me the kid." It was the last week of July, one of those afternoons when the thermometer on my truck read 104 and the south wind felt like it was blowing out of a dryer vent. The house was a brick ranch out in the county, built in the seventies, sitting on a few acres of wheat stubble with a steel shop building out back that was bigger than the house. This one is a composite. I've pieced it together from a lot of callbacks over 47 years, but every part of it has happened to me…
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