Tar has always been my enemy. Roofing tar. Tar for sealing concrete. Any kind of tar. Back in my days on construction sites, if I walked within ten feet of fresh tar, it somehow got all over me. By the end of the day, both my clothes and my face would be displaying smears of tar.
The rate of smearing on my
person greatly increased if I needed to apply tar myself. I began to referring to any such task as “tar
wars.” And I always lost the battles.
Yesterday, for the very first
time in my entire life, I applied some tar on something and walked away
unmarked.
The project was small, but the
principles I expressed previously always held—no matter how small the
task. Frankly, I am a little worried that
by winning my first battle in the tar wars, I have violated some sacred law of
physics.
Somewhere, somehow…I will pay
the price later.
Posted is a photograph of tar I
applied to a concrete ledge I wanted to protect from water shed from my
soon-to-be sunroom.
—Mitchell Hegman
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