This is a short story about a cold and rainy December day in Maine.
I have a friend named Steve.
Steve and I grew up together.
Steve has a father named Steve.
I call him Big Steve...at least, that's what his number is listed under in my phone.
Big Steve is probably one of my most favorite Mainers that I know...definitely on my Top Ten Awesome Mainers list. In fact if you're close to me, odds are, you've heard me mention Big Steve or give my impression of him.
Big Steve owns a construction business and I'll occasionally do some odd jobs with him.
Today, I did one of those previously said odd jobs.
We winterized Steve's workshop roof for him in the cold December rain, cleaned and stacked scrap wood and kindling, and ate Boston Cream donuts from Dunkin' Donuts.
It was a good day.
And Big Steve is a real good guy.
One of my favorite things about working with Big Steve, besides the random conversations we may engage in, is that at the end of the day there is always a slight hint of the smell of sawdust and wood that clings to my beard...
So that's my short story.
It's not a very exciting story, but if you ever visit me in Maine, I hope you get the opportunity to meet
Big Steve.
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