Bob's story about his fall at a construction site has unleased my repressed memory of one of my several construction accidents. Don't try this at home, please.

I was part of a team rebuilding a beautiful old house in Portland-East. It was toward the end of the day, everyone else had gone home and I was doing some final clean-up in the attic where we had built a couple of new rooms and a new access stairs. I'd forgotten about the old trapdoor in the corner buried under some old newspapers and sure enough I fell through it! Luckily I caught myself on the edges before disappearing completely down. Unluckily there was a rust nail on one edge that went into my wrist, and my feet had plunged through the nice new ceiling below. Well, I managed to haul myself back up, wrap my wrist in duct tape, and drive to the emergency room which was only 5 minutes away where they were amazed that I hadn't done more damage to my wrist. The next morning I got to the construction site early and repatched the ceiling before the rest of the crew arrived!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble