Hired by the Potter Building Company--owned by my good friend Tom Potter--Damon and I reluctantly removed three chimneys (or 'chimbleys' as they are oft' referred to in these linguistic hinterlands) from a three-story building that is under complete renovation in Rockland.
I despise heights and postponed the job for many days, in hopes that the chimbleys would collapse of their own free will. That failed to happen, however, and I was eventually faced with the reality of having to climb up on the roof and knock them down with a hammer, which was made somewhat easier with the use of the jobsite's new pump staging. The chimneys came apart easily, with most bricks coming loose without even having to strike them.
The most difficult of the three was the front chimney, which was over seven feet high and almost entirely devoid of mortar in its midsection, so that when I stood on my tip-toes to strike the top, the whole chimney would lean and threaten to dive into the street below.
Here, Damon is wildly abusing a shrinking chimney in the attic.
We put the bricks in buckets and flung them from the third story window into the enormous bed of the large truck pictured in the first photos.
House sans chimbleys:
Also, I need a longer truck.
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