Tuesday, April 8, 2014

"That's how we roll."

I am big on miracles. When I see'um, I call'em. This weekend a miracle took place in my garage. While I wish there had been a 'before' picture, I can't help but love the 'after'. L O N G time friend and neighbor, Bob MacKay (not his real name), son Jake, friend, Tom Deubel, and son Tommy, came over and with the strength of Iron-men, took on the herculean task of rearranging my garage discarded furniture warehouse. People can attest when asked in a poll, where would you rather not be: A) A sinkhole in Cleveland. B) In a cornfield after a tornado. C) A snake pit with venomous vipers. D) La Verne's garage. Everyone would pick "D". There were no paths, and now there are 4. In the past, when I tried to get beadboard down from the attic, wooden porch pillars periled my person (so much for alliteration). The big items are now up on casters. The chairs are hung from the rafters. The flat wood is stacked on metro carts. And, the trim wood is divided by type in back stalls. If it were not for my achy-breaky knees, I would believe I was in heaven.

To see this all in the driveway, one could not imagine its re-entry back into the garage (DFW). Executive decisions were made by Bob (again, not his real name) on what was "NOT" going back in. So be it.

I asked them to each pick out any pieces they wanted and I would restore it for them. When they declined, I was not sure it was because the items to choose from, were less than stellar, or they did not want to pick something that would otherwise be sold or bartered.

This kind of outreach is a lesson in humility for me. These are tasks I used to take on at a whim, but am now at the mercy of others. The afternoon was at the highest entertainment level, watching fathers and sons working together, and sometimes (often?) butting heads. [It may be hard to relinquish that sons can have as many good ideas as their parents.] We stopped mid-day for Italian Sunday dinner at the folks house, with home-made wine, chicken parmigiana, pasta and great company-the staple of that family for decades. Mangia! Mangia!.

I am greatly indebted to all of you, and when trying to thank them, their reply was...."That's how we roll."

"Vorrei dire qualcosa di simile come"
"Thank you from the bottom of my heart"

As ever,
La Verne


  1. For Shizzle Sake!!! Those men are candidates for sainthood. God Bless Them.

  2. I love it! Just in time for the nice weather too so now you can work outside with ease. Did they leave any homemade wine with you?

  3. This post warms my heart! How wonderful of them all to lend a hand. How perfect to have such an organized area! Cheers.