After many years of walking out on the "dock," the tired deck boards could last no longer. If it lasted one more day, there could have been a slapstick comedy filmed up there with one of us stepping on a board,only to have it flip up and hit us in the face. The deck's days were numbered. The landlord graciously replaced the deck with a brand spankin new one, and then good things followed. An employee, (to remain nameless), pumped up the beauty factor with some fresh new flowers, and G-dubs and Michael Jack finally retired that pile of plastic and dirt we called patio furniture with some bangin' new deck furniture. Cuatro de Mayo watch out, we're having a deck party!
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