The Bridge From Hell
I want you to know that I was working on the gate and did not have a hand in the screwed up repair of the old wooden bridge leading into our property. I did mange to catch the last few minutes as Paul and Mark staggered off the bridge bragging about what a great job they did. It was totally FUBAR, but those two went back to the camp to have milk and cookies and refused to fix it correctly. Here is that hard worker, Paul the construction worker, at his finest.