I was up for the genius award, too.
I think my last words one January morning while building my folks' house was, "Yeah the roof is frosty, Dad, but I'm on rope."
I went straight off the forward end of the peak. It took me almost twenty feet to slow my self down to a complete stop on rope. The rope was icy, too. Luckily it's a full 35 feet to the rocks below. I swung into one of the living room windows and unclipped from the rope.
My Dad advised me not to tell my mother, wife, or kids.
Then last week at my surprise birthday party a friend who was on that crew said to me in front of my family, "You know Zach, you taught me a lot on that job." Then concluded with, "Come to think of it, you taught me how to fly off a roof without so much as a scratch."
Guess there are no secrets in my family.
Zach
