The woodcutter who wouldn’t take my money

The woodcutter who wouldn’t take my money

When we lived in Ireland, a neighbor advertised his wood-cutting services with a hand-painted sign along the road. He’d bring a cord of wood over, and instead of dumping it on the lawn and driving away like any self-respecting American contractor, he’d...
The project from hell

The project from hell

Sometime back in May, Walt got it in his head that we should renovate our kitchen. Now, I should mention we’d bought this house sight unseen during the pandemic—intended as a home base for our trips back from Ireland, with Airbnb covering the mortgage the rest...