Dan stopped by the other afternoon; Dan Richman. Dan’s a friend. We met a
couple of years ago when Elizabeth and I were looking for a contractor to remake
the deck that hangs high above the ground outside our living room. I had stopped
in at the hardware store on 24th Street, Tuggey’s, told them what I was after,
and they gave me his name and phone number, adding that he was a good guy,
did fine work, and that his charges were reasonable. All of that proved true, and
led to other jobs, as well as friendship.