The kind of call you don't want to get when you are driving down 87 is a call from your town's Fire Chief and the building inspector asking you how soon you will be home.
When you finally get home this is not what you want to find:
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| Notice the wooden brace at the top of our house. |
They'd blocked off the whole street and evacuated the tenants, then constructed a wooden brace to hold the facade onto the house.
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| Believe it or not the house with the scaffolding is not actually ours. Our house is the one two doors down behind the utility pole. |
Evidently, during the recent storm, a chunk of the bricks just above the second floor window came away from the front of the house and landed in the driveway, clipping the neighbor's Harley on the way down.
The only good part of this was that everyone from the town (the firemen, the cops) was really nice and professional. And now we can get rid of the unfortunate pink and yellow bricks.
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