It must have been 1969 when a hurricane ripped through Atlanta. I was working for an insurance company in MA then and, like many others, had to go to Atlanta on "storm duty" to inspect insurance claims for damaged houses.
I recollect pulling up to a two story house with only about half the roof shingles remaining, even though it had obviously not been very long since it was put on. A graying lady (mid 60s?) welcomed me and asked if I needed anything to assess her claim. I asked if she had a ladder that would reach to the roof and she said there was one around the side of the house. I got it and placed it up against the roof and was preparing to climb up when she started to climb up before me. I said she didn't have to do that but she said it was no bother and she wanted to make sure I saw all the damage. I told her I was capable of finding all of it and I didn't want her to put herself in any danger. She looked hard at me from half way up the ladder and said, "Who do you think re-shingled this roof two years ago to begin with?" Always admired that old gal!
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