Quote from: g_man on Today at 08:00:19 PMNail stories. This would be in the early 50"s. I remember when I was just a little kid my Dad and Grandfather were shingling the roof. I was sitting in the driveway watching or more listening to the tap-thump, tap-thump, tap-thump and was totally intrigued by it. There were bundles of asphalt shingles, a big box of roofing nails, and a pile of scrap cut-offs sitting there. Next time Dad came down the ladder I asked him if I could nail some scraps into a board. He says sure. I was trying for the tap-thump but all I could do was tap-tap-tap-tap-tapity-tap. Then somehow, don't know how, I discovered that if I forgot the board and just drove the nails into the asphalt I could do the tap-thump just fine. I got a good bit of the driveway shingled with with those scraps before he came down again. And he went about as wild as I have ever seen him. My Grandfather had to come down to save me. His laughing cooled old Dad off.That gave me a smile. Dad was digging a ditch from a faucet. I thought I was helping by turning on the faucet, filling up the ditch, and putting my boat in the water. Boy was I wrong.
gg
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