Our Boy swung by today and replaced some shingles and flashing that fell victim to this last storm. His wife made me some get well brownies! Just filled me with pride watching him as he slung the ladder up, gathered the shingles and flashing and sorted it out. I never had to utter a word of direction. He fixed the roof scampered down and drank my beer. He went home with a couple of Belgium Brownings. Proud day. He is a fine Son.