NORMAN — Editor, The Transcript
Happy Easter ... I don’t think so. At 4 a.m. I was awakened by thunder, then hundreds of bunnies dancing on my roof, of which some were way too heavy. I looked outside and white Easter eggs (hail) were all over my lawn. What could I do as I watched my car receive a beating? I now call it Dimples.
Later I cleaned my gutters and raked the yard, six trash cans full of limbs, leaves and something I think were daffodils. The next day, Monday, the real fun began. I’ve never been through an experience like this in my life. Roof vultures swarmed our neighborhood like we were their last meal. My house resembled the Alamo and I was making my last stand. One was at the front door, one was at the back door and one was looking in my window. All said they were working with my insurance company. There ought to be a law against that crap.
I looked down the street and thought someone was running for political office. Roofing signs were everywhere. It was like the land run with everyone claiming territory. So I printed my own sign, “No Roofers,” placed it on my front door, closed my curtains, took the phone off the hook and mixed a drink. I’m sure tomorrow will be better because it couldn’t be any worse ... or could it? You see, storm season is just beginning. Lord have mercy.