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To: KLP who wrote (109287)	12/18/2005 1:44:13 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

Yes, my Dad loved to collect old junk for which he had a clear vision of some use for and often made it work. The ladder is gone, but he's been dead for ten years now and we are still taking stuff to the dump. Or the antique store. They wouldn't take three old electric razors that I remember him using when I was a kid. That was a long time ago, when electric razors had cords. I'm sorry for your friend. Seven or eight years ago I painted our two story house in Juneau. The first thing I did was secure a permanent safety line around the second story eaves so if I slipped I would get only cedar slivers and not kill myself. I hated every minute that I spent off the ground. I will not paint our two story house here. Pros will do that now.

To: KLP who wrote (109287)	12/18/2005 6:15:36 PM
From: CVJ	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 225578

When I was a freshman in H.S. my next door neighbor's dad was painting the eaves of the apartment building he owned, standing on the top of a three story extension ladder while his son and I watched. Something happened and he fell three stories to the concrete walkway and was killed right in front of us. I haven't been able to step up on any size ladder since, not even a step stool. I tried once 25 years later while attempting to work on my own house in Illinois. I got up to the third rung from the bottom and began to shake so violently that I almost broke the ladder and fell down to the relatively soft ground on my back. Nothing was hurt except my pride. I still won't get near any kind of ladder to this day. The highest I could climb on after that was a kitchen chair with a frame that I could hang on to. I'm too old and feeble for even that now. At least now I don't have to admit how scared I am.