First Published in the Tri-Town Transcript October 23, 2014
It began with some chipped paint in the summer.
So, I called a guy. A painting guy. As we walked around the chipped deck, we realized that a few boards were, let’s say, moisture compromised. What if we replaced them with something that wouldn’t take it personally when they were buried under ten feet of snow? A composite of sorts?
So, we called our builder guy. We imagined composite decking, with freshly painted trim, in mere weeks.
Until the painter guy politely knocked on my door, “I have some bad news.”