The delivery guy called to say they were on their way this morning. When they arrived in that big Lowe's truck, Phil went down to meet them. He showed them our lovely narrow steps leading from the parking lot to Two Holt. The guy looked at Phil, shook his head, spat what I hope was tobacco juice and said, "Ain't no way."
I listened to the guys a few minutes. "Hey, Mark! Hold it! I'm slidin' down this &%^$ hill!" When I heard the other guy's answer to Mark's question "What do you need, Man?" I decided I'd be of more use praying while closed up in the bedroom.