My bud of 50 years moved from burb to country. No money. Bought 10 acres around the corner from me. He rented a small Scotty trailer and built a shed off the side of it. Slept in trailer and kitchen in shed. He and wife and young son. Wintered in that arrangement. He dug a foundation and layed block 24x48. I had got to know him over the winter he spent there. He framed the whole deck but only had money to build a bedroom and bathroom. My Dad and I drove by and saw he was trying to come along the shed up ramps on to the deck of the house. My Dad told me I better go help him cause he was not going to get it done. He had the nose up on the ramp. I asked if he had any kind of rollers. Nope. I went home and got some and a tractor with a loader. Went right on no problem. Growing up on a farm teaches you more than growing up in the burbs. He took to calling me asshole in later years. Every once in a while he comes up with a good idea. Usually have a gaping flaw in them.
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