Knock at the Door

Last night at 6:30 PM the doorbell rang and we went out and two young men asked if they could climb onto our roof to see the next door roof. I said IN THE DARK?? But it's SLATE!!! They said SLATE! Never mind. 

But we had a long chat. They are young roofers doing insurance work. Instead they will send a drone to see the roof damage next door, but they offered to look at ours too. We talked for about 45 minutes. The kid in charge said he is newly clean and sober and son of professor parents at URI. He grew up in Spain and is FLUENT of course in Spanish. I was ready to adopt him on the spot. He looked just like my nephew, and his mom (after a quick Google search) coincidentally looks just like my sister.

They said they could replace my slate roof with tiles that last 50 years. But my roof has lasted 136 years. I don't want to replace it, just repair it. How old are you? 21. Wow! You look 30. No wonder 50 years sounds like a lot to you, I said laughing.