A few winters ago, I was hunched over an old cast-iron table saw restoration inside a poorly lit, unheated garage…
Last spring, I got a frantic call from a homeowner who had just noticed a gaping 3-inch hole near the…
It was a pitch-black November evening when an ambulance driver circled my client’s suburban block three times, desperately searching for…
A few years back, I pulled into a client’s suburban garage to inspect a minor wall-framing job. What I saw…
A few springs ago, I was invited to appraise a historic property in Connecticut that had been lingering on the…