A story about an old guy and his oak floor
I was doing a tear out on a house in Spokane about five years ago, pulling up this old, beat up carpet. Underneath was this solid oak floor, but it was covered in black adhesive and looked like a total loss. The homeowner, this retired guy named Frank, came down and just stared at it for a minute. He said, 'My dad laid that floor in 1958 with a hand saw and a hammer. He'd be sick to see it now.' We ended up spending two extra days saving it, and Frank just sat on the stairs and watched us work the whole time. What's the oldest material you've ever been asked to save for a client?