Carl called yet again. Carl calls all the time. Someone should take that guy's telephone. He says "Hail." One word followed by total silence. Carl has made a habit of this.
I bought a house down the road from his house about a year ago. Everyone knows each other and Carl believes this communion, this accidental proximity permits take control of telephone lines as if he's the least threatening Mussolini ever.
So why did my favorite neighbor dial me this time? Ecstatically he asks me to come by; he had something very cool to show me. Subterfuge bounces off Carl like he's superman. I went to his home
His accommodations are about as noisy as Carl's temperament. As I approach I recall that his yard always has seasonal decorations. Winter is just coming to an end and so what does he have in his yard? A large, decorative bunny. Gaudily it welcomes me. Carl opens the door before I am able to knock. grabbing my arm he leads me past his porch awning. Carl looks up. I look up. My mind is the saddest canvas and Carl is the happy painter. This should be interesting.
I find out Carl asked me over so he could show me gutter covers, which he says keeps leaves out of his gutters. And Carl, for once, was actually onto something.
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