Sorry, you just have to hear a little more about how Dad was involved in the roofing project.
Om reminded me this morning that once, long ago, I yelled at him for throwing away a jar of bent nails. Well, of course. One only used new nails for something that was really, really special. The first carpentry skill I was ever taught was how to straighten a nail so it could be reused.
This brings us back to the roofing project. I only had to buy a very few new nails for that whole thing, because, you guessed it, I saved almost every nail from taking off the old shingles.
And what about the disposal cost for all of the old broken shingles? Nada. I used them to fill holes in the driveway. Carefully checked to be sure every nail was out, they are working great.
Recycling used to just be the norm. People made do, and some of them beat it into their kids. Especially those who lived through the Great Depression.
Ray, Jr., signing off.
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