I’ve spent the last few days with our friend Randy and a crew of fellow Michigander carpenters. We’ve been installing some 6-inch T&G; knotty pine on the ceiling of The Lodge of a local retreat center. It’s a three-sided room with a very steep roof/ceiling, so the job has involved a satisfying array of cordless saws, hydralic lifts, power nailers, and a gorgeous sliding-compound miter saw. The gracious staff there has been accomodating of our construction-site banter, and has indulged us with meat and sweets (not the normal fare at this friendly but somewhat austere place).
My suspicion is that the crew was familiar with my story, yet they gave me the gift of a kind of retreat from my life. It was nice to blend into their ranks to be just another loudmouthed laborer for a couple of days– to be one of the guys.