Showing posts with label plywood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plywood. Show all posts
Friday, January 17, 2014
plywood
I get the woolies when I see plywood going up where windows once were. That's not something you want to see in your neighborhood, or thereabouts. No one wants the Katrinafication of their area, by that I mean post-calamity destruction, with plywood preventing further ruin or intrusion. Of course, plywood is good if you're talking about building, rebuilding, or reinforcing. So, it's not that the plywood itself is the problem, is it? Plywood is plywood. Or "plywood" is "plywood." There's a metaphor in there somewhere.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
plywood
Joseph Heller started his novel "Something Happened" with as memorable an opening line as you're going to find:
"I get the willies when I see closed doors."
Well, I get the willies when I see plywood.
Especially plywood replacing windows.
You don't want to see plywood in your neighborhood unless it is part and parcel of a healthy renovation or construction project.
"I get the willies when I see closed doors."
Well, I get the willies when I see plywood.
Especially plywood replacing windows.
You don't want to see plywood in your neighborhood unless it is part and parcel of a healthy renovation or construction project.
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