Welcome aboard from central North Carolina. I had a neighbor at my first house in N.C., an older guy and retired orchard man from Syracuse, a graduate in forestry. He kept working painting houses, cleaning off his roof, at his home, and sometimes mine. He'd dug out a basement by hand under his house. He'd seen Theodore Roosevelt when he (my neighbor) was a child, and been in the Army during WWI. Fascinating guy, died in his 90's still sharp as a college kid. We'd invite him for supper around the holidays, and he'd show up in a jacket and tie and snappy fedora.
