(Houses shown are some we built)
Though inactive, I am still a General contractor, I am a builder….. but most of all I am a carpenter.
I used a Ross Perot bumper sticker once but as a rule, I do not use bumper stickers. However, while I was an active builder I said there was one bumper sticker I would use if I ran across it. It is the one that reads:
I spent the majority of my life in electricity and electronics. That was okay, but the whole time I continued to think of the things taught me by Luke Tucker in the building business. I worked for him as a flunky and Carpenter’s helper as my first job.
I am not ashamed to admit it; nothing excites me more than the smell of fresh sawn lumber (discounting love and sex of course). I get the most excited when walking into Lowes Lumber department.
As a successful builder my son Mark worked for me. Later he became a General contractor with my blessings, and did well. A divorce and his stubbornness caused him to hit the skids. Now after over 5 years he seems to have found himself, and we are praying it continues.
We are here in Florida to see his first closing in over 5 years. He bought and remodeled a nice 2 BR house. As I said previously, the closing is next Friday.
But the problem is, while here, he drives us around pointing out in very nice neighborhoods, some run-down houses, saying:
This one is for sale for about $38,000.
This one will go for $32,000.
You can get this one for $50,000.
And this goes on….. and on…..
(Above is one we built for my brother near Moss Lake in Shelby, NC)
NOW I want them all (these fixer-uppers he shows). I want to go to work remodeling these homes. I hate to see a nice home mistreated. To me it is a crime to mistreat some builders masterpiece. At least that is how I looked at every house, my heart went into it. I always remembered the words I told Sherry when I started building, when she learned her home was on the line for the construction loans. I told her, “Honey I will never obligate more than I can pay and I will never build a house we would not live in.”
(Thisone above, Sherry and I cleared this land, mixed all the mortar, laid every brick and drove every nail, She even helped roof it. We nearly killed our selves pouring the driveway!)
I honored that promise. There was only one house I was ashamed of, and it was the color that made me ashamed. The house was a custom home and the buyer was a painter. He wanted wood siding, then he painted it an ugly green .(IMO of course)
I will consider myself lucky if we get out of here without buying one of these homes. I am ready to drive nails…….
Believe it or not, my Sherry even smiled in agreement when I said, “Let’s buy one.” (But did she mean it?????, or did I miss-read that look?)
Friend Buddy’s Mustang (I think he has sold it)