About 16 Feet In the Air (Part 1)

About 16 feet in the air on a rented scissor lift, I heard my dad’s voice in the back of my head, 

“Wheeeeew! Will, can’t you hire someone else to do that?” This coming from the same man that worked a summer re-roofing houses. One in particular was a two-story on Miledge Ave with a pitch so steep, the roof a well have been a wall. While roofing, my dad was always tethered to the chimney, but his partner (though he never fell) infamously never wore a tether! Scared the dickens out my dad.

I was working on a recent mural that required my presence to be towards the clouds more than I am normally comfortable with. You see I have a Acrophobia. A fear of heights. (Not to be confused with Arachnophobia – the fear of spiders)…

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