I got a call this afternoon from my Dad. What's the number for information? Right, Dad. 411. Fine, Dad, I'll look up what you're looking for. Lowes? Your at Home Depot? Fine... Then, a little bit later, he calls back again, asking if I was busy today. That's never a good sign. He said that the roof had collapsed at my brother-in-law's shop, and he needs help fixing it up. Great! So, I head on over there. It turns out that yesterday, he had pressure cleaned and painted the roof. The next morning's rain had drenched the place. Woops. Time to slap down some modified meltdown roofing material! That stuff is always fun to play with - you apply it with a blowtorch! heh... Playing with fire. I just wish that sometimes my dad would keep mind as to where the propane tank was when flinging that thing around. heh... But, as always, it was fun. Afterwards, got invited over for dinner. Of course, I had to be the one to run out to the grocery to get buns, oil, and beer... Ah, well, all was good.