Tales From An Old Framing Carpenter

It was during wrecking the forms from the concrete that I saw something I had not seen before. My dad hired a new man, Brad, on parole from prison. Everyone got along with him and he was a great worker. He was about five feet four inches tall, with about 60 inch shoulders, and built like the incredible hulk. Brad used a crowbar, trying to get a board out of concrete.

"Oh, my goodness! How did you do that?"

The new man put a bend in a crowbar. I had seen no one bend a crowbar.

"I can fix it."

He took the crowbar and held it with a hand on each end. With no effort at all, he straightened the crowbar. I could not trust what I just witnessed.