Last summer, I was workin' crazy hours with my uncle both at the Horn shop and out at his property. Most days exceeded the 12 hour mark and we rarely took a day off. At one point, I had worked for 45 days straight. It was a cruel, cruel summer.
Why did I do it? Well, he's building a house just outside the city of Fresno and it was crucial that we got the roof on before the rains came. It also had something to do with the duckets.
Do to large time commitment, a feeling of entitlement began to rise up in me and one day, in the midst of the swealtering heat, I said, "Harry, when we finish this house, we're going to Disneyland." It was a joke. It was also serious.
Well, this past thanksgiving, with the roof on the house that joke was realized. The photo is proof. If I had to do it all over again, I would.
2.20.2007
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It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you've gone
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