Hail to the crew

Doug, Red, Jason, Scott, and Bob have been tearing through the exterior trim. I have rarely seen such a seamless team; they barely have to speak to each other and yet, somehow, things go up and are perfect. To see Bob on top of the ladder (and I mean On The Top, at the peak, on the last rung), with his nail gun, tape measure, one hand on the roof, calling down a measurement for a cut is like watching a mountain climber trying to rope a goat while tacked to the side of a cliff.

I was too afraid. I had to leave. Sorry, more pictures tomorrow.