Our insulation arrived this morning from Natural Fiber in Belchertown, Massachussets. Eight hundred bales of atomized newsprint and old paperbacks-twenty thousand pounds in total; an entire semi load. Realizing that an eighteen wheeler had no chance of making it down Sixth

Street we cobbled

together a fleet of jalopies for the express purpose of ferrying bales back to the jobsite, and intercepted the hapless freight driver in front of the corner IGA like Somali pirates. This being Cherry Avenue, we found a pair of Tonsler Park squeegee men already inside the trailer whipping bales to the pavement like strike-breaking stevedores. With their help we managed to move all ten tons back to the jobsite in under two hours. Pretty good.

In typical gonzo fashion we immediately fired up our new FORCE 2 insulation blower, turned all visible knobs to “10” and began pumping a cellulose cyclone towards Devin, who was trapped in online casino the attic, unbriefed, with the business end of the hose. The problem with pumping dry newspaper through a tube is that it builds up a tremendous static charge, such that Devin immediately became a cellulose

magnet, and by the end of the day both him and the attic were covered with twenty inches

of fiber. To say the least, the next few days will be a learning experience. But as they say in Belchertown, “In this game all you need is time behind the hose.”