David Webb--my old "huntin' buddy".
David is one of my original hunting pals--hunting, meaning "scrounging, salvaging. resource-recovery, architectural archaeology." When the Eugene Grower's Market was getting started, David drafted me and my pickup truck into a mission of salvaging building materials to convert the decrepid warehouse the co-op had bought into a going, functional, commercial concern.
We found old doors and used them to for new offices. David even engineered solutions to a mandated elevator and sprinkler system, on a shoestring budget.
There's nothing I enjoy more than hearing another warehouse, building, boat, or barn is coming down, and the call goes out--"grab your drill motors and pry bars, shoulder up the implements of destruction and let's go gleaning". It's a hunting trip without the blood (at least, not the Bambi's blood, I always seem to bruise and bleed at least once in every project--). I love it. Creeping through attic crawlspaces, busting up sheetrock, who knows what hidden treasures lurk? It's not for everyone, definitely an acquired taste--and David is among those swashbucklers who helped me acquire the taste for the...hunt. Looting is such a harsh word, I prefer "salvage", nautical term, y'know mate.
David Webb--my old "huntin' buddy".
David is one of my original hunting pals--hunting, meaning "scrounging, salvaging. resource-recovery, architectural archaeology." When the Eugene Grower's Market was getting started, David drafted me and my pickup truck into a mission of salvaging building materials to convert the decrepid warehouse the co-op had bought into a going, functional, commercial concern.
We found old doors and used them to for new offices. David even engineered solutions to a mandated elevator and sprinkler system, on a shoestring budget.
There's nothing I enjoy more than hearing another warehouse, building, boat, or barn is coming down, and the call goes out--"grab your drill motors and pry bars, shoulder up the implements of destruction and let's go gleaning". It's a hunting trip without the blood (at least, not the Bambi's blood, I always seem to bruise and bleed at least once in every project--). I love it. Creeping through attic crawlspaces, busting up sheetrock, who knows what hidden treasures lurk? It's not for everyone, definitely an acquired taste--and David is among those swashbucklers who helped me acquire the taste for the...hunt. Looting is such a harsh word, I prefer "salvage", nautical term, y'know mate.