A new roof went on my house this week, the result of hail damage. The contractor has a gray beard and wears an Amish-style hat. But he's really not Amish, so it doesn't raise any eyebrows when he uses a cell phone.
However, when he calls me from the ladder outside my office window, wanting me to look out at a piece of decking he removed, and we're face-to-face, with just a window in between, something seems odd.
Those situations used to go this way: he would knock, I would open…