I remember, way back in the 80's my boss barking at me to hustle that mud up the scaffolding. One bucket at a time at first, as a NewBee ๐ then I built up to two buckets and a gazillion bricks, all day every day. I loved it, pure natural workout, "sweatin' out the poisons" I'd say. Then one perfect day, the forklift broke down and the boss blew a fuse, so he threw his trowel in the bushes and told me to lay those last 4 bricks to finish the course, while he step away from the wall. I jumped on the wall n laid those 4 bricks like buttering bread. Ever since that fateful day I've never stopped being in love with masonry.
What's your love story?