I needed a fence builder. He turned out to be a rock star.
by Murr Brewster
Jun 28, 2022
3 minutes
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The story of my new fence begins 15,000 years ago.
The fence builder, Grant, is not that old, but he’s up there for a working carpenter. A friend recommended him. “He’s retired,” she said, “but he doesn’t like to be bored.” So I called him. Would he be interested in building me a fence?
Well, gosh, he would, ordinarily. But he was slowing down. And he had a surgery coming up in a month and really shouldn’t
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