Or “another shoe.” There’ll doubtless be more.
While we were putting up my rain gutters, my brother Baal noticed that my shingles didn’t look good.
I consulted the documentation on the last roofing job. It was done in 1996. Twenty-five year warranty.
But that’s only on materials.
I called my real estate agent. He recommended a roofer who attends our church to come out and look at the situation. The guy came out today.
All bad news.
The problem is not the material. The shingles were improperly installed. By a company that’s out of business, so I can’t pursue them with fire and sword.
I’m smack out of luck. I’ll have to spring for new shingles.
I really need to find a publisher again.
Could it be that the escalating wussification of our culture doesn’t come from bad education and effete entertainment, but from a cat parasite we’ve picked up?
Read and decide for yourselves.
Then go down to the river and drown your cat.
(I’m a Roofing Victim. You were expecting sweetness and light?)