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My old friend Rick O'Shay in action. The garage work wasn't particularly difficult except for not having a helper. I used crutches and screwed in scraps to hold the planks. The real surprise came when I realized I wasn't getting any nails in the joist hangers. The nails were definitely coming out of the nailer but they were ricocheting off into the garage ... somewhere. I never saw them fly. I guess I'm lucky I didn't catch them in my mouth; I did catch plenty of little bits of plastic from the plastic collating strips in there.

"The girls say I'm pretty easy; I can be had for most anything with wheels, keels, or terabytes." Dick Harper says. Dick is a contributing columnist for New England’s oldest afternoon daily. He writes trade and general interest articles on consumer issues, cars and boats, manufacturing equipment, and management for small businesses and arts organizations. Oh, yeah. And he takes pictures. A barefoot, outdoor and nature photographer, he has fine art and stock photography from New England, the Atlantic coastal states, Florida, and the American Southwest. "I'm serendipitous," he says. "I'll sit on a site waiting for the superlative sun but I'm just as happy to have a walk around body when I see a speedboat on my street." Click the...