Dennis Jones

One summer during my college years, I helped my Uncle Roy frame walls onto the back porch of his lake house. My cousin Lynn and I got one massive wall done, but the studs were not on 18 inch centers (or something like that) so we had to tear it apart and try it again the next day. That night, we slept outside on the wooden deck, surrounded by the construction mess. It was very windy, really cold and my blanket kept blowing off of me. Around midnight, I grabbed a hammer and pounded ten penny nails into each corner of that very nice quilt, effectively solving the flapping blanket problem. I believe the only thing I successfully nailed down that entire weekend was my Aunt JoAnn’s very nice quilt.