The day after Thanksgiving, we assembled to knock out a chore we had been planning on since the summer: to replace the tin roof on our family pier, built on the Chowan River in 1957 by my Great-Grandfather. As far as anyone knew, the tin we were replacing was the original stuff, but it wasn't in that bad a shape for all those years, just rusty as hell. The stuff we replaced it with came off a dissembled chicken house, and as you can see here, it had a few traces of rust itself, so the next step will be a coat of aluminum paint to get it nice and shiny. Here my cousin Kevin looks out over a job that we knocked out twice as fast as anyone had hoped, all the old tin gone and replaced in about four hours.
-llg