Sometimes you fix a roof and it still leaks like a colander. Had one customer swear they heard dripping behind their walls months after a new install. Spoiler: they weren’t wrong. Dormer saddles. The sneaky weasel of roof junctions. No…

Honestly, if you’d seen the roof that day—sun like a brat smearing its sticky fingers over everything—you’d think it was just another bland “patch ‘n pray” situation. Slap some flashing down, shout a curse or three, and get off the…

It started with a smell. Not rotten eggs or burning toast, but something damp and unsettling. You know when a bookshelf has absorbed a little water, and the glue is giving up on life? Sorta like that. The weird part—that…

I swear on half a sandwich I forgot in the truck—soffit vents don’t get much love. Until they do. Until something like wildfires go puff all around and the sky turns that moonscape orange, and the birds fly quieter, and…

You ever sit in your kitchen at midnight — the fridge humming that old death rattle — and then, thwack, something pops behind the drywall like a knee giving out? Yeah. That’s not ghosts, probably. That’s your house doing its…

So copper roofs. Right. You see them on those older town libraries… the ones with erosion patterns that make ‘em look like they weep green-blue tears. And the rich jerks with those overly tidy garden hedges—yeah, their roofs look like…

So, flat roofs. You’d think they’d be simple, like a tabletop with no secrets. But no—these things hold more heat and weird issues than a jalopy’s radiator in July. Especially when it’s a big ol’ commercial building sitting under the…

You ever stare at one of those flat-topped buildings and think, “That right there — that’s a fire risk just waiting for a cigarette butt”? No? Well, someone did. Somewhere, in a chilly conference room smelling like lukewarm coffee and…

Right, so, somewhere ’round Nebraska or maybe Kansas… those flat lands where the wind don’t slow down and the sky likes to throw tantrums — that’s where this whole mess started. Folks been patchin’ roofs for decades, every time them…

Some folks picture farms and think cows, or soybeans, or those rusty windmills that just sit there squeaking against the sky. But if you’d parked yourself in rural South Carolina in recent years, maybe expecting a whiff of manure, you’d…