Our Attempt at a Little Class

So anyone who knows me, knows that I am a history buff. They also know that family heritage and tradition are equally important to my wife and I. I love the look and feel of the lumberyard; it's just old. I like it old. But at some point, all things do have to change. I realized we needed a change when I had another customer (this made five or six now) ask me if we were doing okay. Doing okay? I guess we are, but things could always be better. Things could always be worse too. So I started asking myself, why would my customers would think that we were in danger of closing? And then I looked around.

When I look at the yard, I look at the same buildings that I've seen everyday since my childhood. My father can tell me the story behind almost every nail in the place dating back to 1936 (well, almost). It is a little ugly, a little worn down, but it is a lumberyard. Isn't it supposed to be ugly? I don't notice the peeling paint, the rotted wood, etc. But in comparison to other businesses, we are in desperate need of a facelift.

So I figured I owed it to Great-Grandfather Huston, to Jack, and to my father to return the building to its original splendor. And if I couldn't do that, maybe I could at least class the place up a bit. My good friend Keith Goodyear has performed most, if not all, of the work so far and we hope to be finished by the end of August. Please let me know what you think so far; I hope you like the changes. I think Jack will too.