Imagine being in your jammies making cookies about 10 PM (no, I can’t imagine that either, but folks do it) when you hear a terrific bang at the front door, and another, and another. Would make the hair stand on end and a possible puddle on the floor.
But, true story, is how this door jamb was split. Fortunately no one got in and the footprints on the door suggested miscreant teenagers rather than vile villains but tho the door held, the jamb did need repair.
Jim repaired it…and quite well I think.
