bigtiller
Super Member
When I was 15 I watched my dad place a 36' ladder in the bed of a pickup. He climbed to the end of the ladder and rested his knees on the wall of the barn and painted the dairy barn roof overhang with a paint brush taped to a long broom handle.
Heights didn't bother him. He was a tinner and followed the iron workers on a lot of jobs around the country.
Heights didn't bother him. He was a tinner and followed the iron workers on a lot of jobs around the country.