Maybe we're just not supposed to have a roof. ANYwhere. The cowling was already off the 180, it was undergoing the annual inspection. This is the only airplane damage so far, both spinners got smushed. Now, if we can get the beam raised without smashing into the planes, and then get the door open, maybe we'll sneak them out without any scratches. This was after the storm had passed.
Not a scratch! Covering the office to prevent water damage. The darkroom was leaking, too, but no damage. Lloyd was in the office when the wind hit this morning; he said it just peeled the roof off like an onion. He was on the phone to Randy, who was in the basement of the local clinic trying to get meds to get over bronchitis. Oma, Aunt Sus LAD and I were in the motor home in the garage, listening to KY3 on the crank radio. No damage at the house! VFW got lucky, the tree fell to the side and not on the roof. Blink blink. Whaaa happen? Riding out the storm, Aunt Sus and LAD.
Neighbor Bob. He helped collect our roofing in March when it blew away. Now he's lost his shingles. Our new roof stayed on!