The story of building a deck is the story of gluing stuff together with epoxy: It begins with quarter-inch strips of African mahogany to a plywood hull. But soon you realize it’s your fingers.
YOU’D BE DOWN THE BLOCK WITH FRIENDS, POURING KEROSENE ON THE FIREANT HILLS. SUDDENLY THE ROAR OF DAD’S POWERTOOLS WOULD CEASE TO ECHO OFF THE LONGLEAF PINES AND ALL THE NEIGHBORS WOULD VISIBLY RELAX. THIS MEANT IT WAS DINNERTIME, SO YOU’D BEST POCKET THOSE MATCHES AND GET YOUR BUTT HOME. YEARS LATER WHEN DAD ASKED ME TO HELP HIM LAY THE MAHOGANY DECK, WE OFTENTIMES WOULDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO STOP FOR DINNER… IT WAS THAT MUCH FUN. THANKS, DAD!
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
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The story of building a deck is the story of gluing stuff together with epoxy: It begins with quarter-inch strips of African mahogany to a plywood hull. But soon you realize it’s your fingers.
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