Nothing says it's summertime like a mopful of hot tar.
We haven’t been allowed in the building for the past two days because the hot tar’s been flying. As someone who’s worked in hot kitchens for over 25 years, I’d have to say that I still prefer it to the idea of spending a Tucson July first on a roof with a bubbling cauldron of tar and a mop. So thank you, roofers, for making the new Feast watertight when I know I wouldn’t have even considered doing what you’re doing. You’re the greatest.