![]() ![]() He had a fishing pole in his hand and a smile on his face. Ken walked up the steps outside the condominium as we were walking down. Melissa and I had plans, and Nova would be in the house for several hours. I took Nova Mae to potty just a few minutes after eight o'clock. Read the whole column in the Digital Edition of The Save Ottumwa Post by Clicking Here. …jumped out of my skin…bring your dad…I’ll miss Mom… "Why don’t you boys run along now?” I couldn’t understand why the man used such a cool truck for work. "Probably not,” the man answered, then shooed us away. Finally, I asked, "Do you think we could come inside and take a look?” I was impressed by the fact the man could drive his Step Van with the doors open. I was curious about his van and asked a lot of questions. ![]() On the passenger’s side, a fold-up jump seat was mounted to the wall that could be Newell’s seat. The shifter on the floor was very tall to reach the driver’s seat. The driver’s seat was mounted on a post and sat pretty high. There was another sliding door on each side of the front to get in and out. A wall with a sliding door separated the cargo area from the driver’s compartment. The van had two hinged doors on the back for loading things. "They probably call it a Step Van because you have to climb those two steps to get inside.” I shared my deductive knowledge with my younger brother. The passenger side door was open, so we peered inside. The truck was a bluish-grey Chevrolet 20 Step Van. One summer day, while walking, we stopped to watch a neighbor building shelves in his work truck. I suppose he was about five when I used to take Newell for walks down Hegg Avenue in Madison, Wisconsin. Yet, despite our age difference, there was a bond between us. When I was a little boy, my hair was brown Newell had blonde hair at that same age. "I think Newell has his beard dyed grey so that he can look more like me.” We shared another laugh about that. "He didn’t look so much like me until his goatee turned grey,” I told my aunt. "Newell is seven years younger however, people often guess him to be much older than me,” I embellished. Then, as I was sipping coffee, she asked, "You two are about the same age, right?” I nearly shot coffee out my nostrils! "Well then, Newell looks a lot like you,” Di said. "Excuse me, ma’am,” I clarified, "I was here first I do not look like Newell.” And trust me, I can come back to any of my fences years later, and they are still rock solid."You look a lot like your brother Newell,” she said.Īunt Di repeated, "You look a lot like your brother Newell.” She was looking at a photo my sister Theresa had posted where she and Newell were flying together in his airplane. People put it there for drainage, but in all honesty, it's not an issue in the Calgary area to be worried about. Also, no, i do not use gravel in the bottom of the post holes. ![]() you are just looking to get a bunch of weight on the post below the top 10-12" of grass level as an anchor. it's just a big added expense that isn't needed. I also don't like doing 18" holes because it can interfere with underground sprinkler line runs and such. with those 30kg bags, use 2, and you have 132lbs on the bottom of each post. Also, the wider the hole, the more concrete you will need per post. You could do 18" wide holes, but try finding someone with a skidsteer that can do 18" holes for a reasonable price. I remember reading you do this for people, I'm going to trust you.but curious, why only a 12inch wide hole, shouldn't it be 3 times your post width, so 18?Īnd dumb question.do you buy gravel to fill the bottom too? ![]()
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