It looks like it's pregnant. My roof has new beams forming a different pitch starting from the back wall that expands this old house to about twice the original size of it when it was built way back in the early 40s .

That roof was constructed of recycled WWII packing cases that supported the shingles. It was stamped with the words "explosives" and "projectiles" and "danger" same as the wood that we can still look up to see on the ceiling of the poured concrete basement.

The builders are all over the place every day climbing scaffolds and reinforcing the new roof.

The yard is a total mess with their equipment and building materials, saw horses and tarps but their work is focussed and meticulous.

There is a lot of laughter among the men, they are easy with one another and make their work look like anyone could do it. The truth is, however, that I have rarely seen such exemplary workmanship, and I grew up watching new construction. I saw just about every manner of building in my earliest years when my dad delivered brick and block to work sites all over the Detroit Metropolitan area when I was allowed along for the ride. Then later, throughout my early to mid-teens I helped my uncle build houses.

Furthermore, in the last several years I did contract security for a number of builders and contractors spanning the State of Michigan for a variety of security companies, ending with Pinkerton (the only ones who are strike breakers, or will cross a picket line), so I have seen many active construction sites. My builders, I am happy to say are among the very best of them.

The shingling has begun!
Sprtcs