


With each picture being worth approximately 1,000 words, I am well overspent for this post already.
Power -


Bob quickly shut down the generator and connected the cords to the brand new outlets.
One perhaps unforeseen consequence of having real power the return to work after lunch signal is now missing. With the generators running all morning, the lunch break was wonderfully quiet. After lunch, the generator would start up and the workers knew some eager beaver had spoiled the mid day respite and signaled time to return to work. Now with real power, it may be up to Sam's booming voice to reanimate the crew.

Speaking of lunch, Brian demonstrated his culinary skills by grilling hamburgers for the crew. He was ably assisted by his family that came to enjoy some dad time and scramble atop the piles of roofing shingles. I was invited to come see their 'city', and once there was allowed to take a picture while they posed with their creation.

Volunteers from MLLC -
Kristoff (Kristoph?) and Justin Anderson from the Minneapolis congregation came out to spend their Saturday up on the roof top. Thank you very much, guys, your efforts are greatly appreciated. The brothers are shown along with Justin Tolkkinen in the photo below.
So, there they were, three young men up on the roof securing the sheeting. Justin, Kristoff and Justin. Sounded more like a law firm than a group of nail benders to me. But the collars definitely were not white.


The engineer specified that the plywood sheets nailed over the entryway trusses have a nail every two and one half inches around the edge of every sheet and four inches apart in the field, that is into the trusses underlying the center of the sheets. Some were speculating that the engineer owns stock in the nail manufacturing industry. Well, like the large concrete footings that help gravity keep the roof down, the fastener specification relates to keeping the plywood from blowing away in a high wind.
While the work was progressing into the afternoon. Bill picked up a case of shingles. No medical attention was required.
Here Bob with his tape measure and Kevin with his broom look like they may be beginning a most unusual joust, but no it is just work as usual.

Ken lends a hand helping to roll out the first layer of roofing material.

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