Dude, Where’s My Hammer?
Today, in the design tent, the five most feared words in the carpentry world interrupted the assembly of Jeff Cooper’s new bed: “Dude, where’s my hammer?” Everyone turned to look at a shaggy haired teenager whose face was plastered with a look of quizzical astonishment. How could a hammer just disappear?
An older man with graying hair continued to work while everyone else was looking for the hammer. With his earplugs and goggles, he could easily have been mistaken for a character out of a Stephen King novel. When the site manager tapped him on the shoulder, the man removed his goggles and replied, “Not now chief, I’m in the zone.” It quickly became apparent where the mysterious hammer was hidden: in the bustle of hard work and helping hands, the hammer had been sealed into the framework of the bed.
In all seriousness, it takes this type of hard work and commitment to build a house. It is amazing to me how many people come out to support the Cooper family. It truly takes a community to raise a roof.
Sarah
3 years ago