Lucy, I'm Home!

Neighbors

This is funny.  I drove to VA to help Hucker extend his deck by 6'.  He had all the materials, so we're good to go.  While digging the footer he asks, "I don't need a permit for this, do I?"  Of course, I reply.  You need a permit just to change your railing, but screw 'em, who's to know?  His house sits back on the lot, and his backyard is bordered by woods, so the only people who can see us are the next door neighbors.  "I just asked," he says, "because my next door neighbor runs the county permit department."  So, I'm back early, and we'll continue with this sometime next week.  What luck. Sheesh.