Dad likes to tell the story about how he shot the balls off the lightning rods on the barn. He was young, maybe 10 years old, and he shot one off with a .22. Grandpa came out and said, “What the @#$% are you doing?” Then he said, “Well, you’ve shot one off, might as well finish the rest.”
This year for Dad’s 78th birthday we got him a replacement set of lightning rod balls. I put them on today. First I tied a rope on a clevis and threw it over the roof and tied it on the other side. Safety First is our motto. The roof looks flat in the pictures, but it seems straight up and down when you’re on it, and there’s nothing at all to grip with your hands, so without a rope one slip and you’d be over the edge.
It all went without a hitch, except after I got down I realized how crooked the rods were. You didn’t notice it without the balls on them. Someday that will bother me enough that I’ll climb up there and straighten them. Today is not that day.
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