Grandpa’s building fell. I remember the day he began to build. Grandpa Johnson was a contractor and a builder among many other things. He owned a bulldozer, a dump truck and, many tools of the trade, and he needed a better place to put them than his ever-shrinking garage. He decided to build a large, metal building on a concrete slab that would hold and protect them.
When the concrete hardened, I was there riding my bicycle across is smooth, clean surface. When the lumber came, I was there watching as they…Read more