I would like to tell you that I meant to type Hell No, but I would be wrong. Saturday night brought some wicked stuff. Big hail! Luckily we were on the very south side of this storm. The town of Fargo was a direct hit. Our friend Jay Bogdahn took a head on collision with softball size hail. He will be getting new windows on the west side of his house.
Earlier this week, I had a couple of dudes show up that wanted to screw down the tin on the big red barn and paint it silver. I really didn’t want to deal with them, but….they took a look at the job, shot me a price of $650 for EVERYTHING! I looked at that dude and said, “You better get your ass to screwing tin because you just got hired.” RUSM?! You couldn’t pay me $500 just to climb on that tall, steep ass roof much less put screws in or paint. They did it and I can tell you that the fresh silver paint really accentuates the hail dents.
Skylights in the barn, shingles, grainary roofs, house roof, pickup dents, tractor lights, etc. We got lucky. It could have been worse. I don’t think that the tater crop will make. In the town of Fargo, they don’t have glass left in their vehicles. Actually, that isn’t true. The glass is now in their floor boards.
Is there a slow McDonald’s? Hail yes. And it is in Childress, TX. Clean but slow.