Bertram smiled and gave him the simplest answer. \u201cYou still didn\u2019t. We just parked.\u201d My dad laughed. It was the first time I had heard that sound from him since I discovered the abandoned shingles scattered across his yard. Somehow, that small joke meant more than any dramatic confrontation could have. Nobody had come to hurt the roofer. They had simply made it impossible for him to pretend that nobody was watching anymore.<\/p>\n
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The roofer is still operating, but I reported him formally again, this time including the signed payment agreement as evidence. The state contractor board opened an investigation, although I don’t know yet what will come of it. What I do know is that my dad\u2019s roof is finally solid, and he should make it through the winter safely. He spent an entire afternoon throwing away the moldy shingles himself. He never asked anyone to help. That probably tells you more about my dad than anything else ever could. The motorcycles didn’t fight his battle for him. They simply reminded someone that an eighty-six-year-old Marine deserved to be treated fairly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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