I spent the past couple of months carving this gravestone for my only son Jim Jr. who died in a plane crash last January. The slate slab weighed 350 lbs. before I began cutting it. I went to a shop in Rhode Island to learn to carve slate, never realizing that this would be my one and only gravestone I will ever do.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
It was cool and misty when I arrived early Sunday morning to paint the bridge. I needed a day away from the thousands of Harleys that grace Rt. 84 every sunny weekend. I suspect it's the guys with a microphallus condition who mount the extra-loud pipes that rattle my brain matter from the obnoxious audio output they generate. I had such a peaceful morning, until every bike in three states came to see the covered bridges this past weekend. Sucks to be me sometimes, but then, my life tends to read like a comic book most of the time.
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