I Raked Up All The Leaves Yesterday. The Trees Took That As A Challenge.
Glen spends a whole Saturday raking the yard clean outside Mora. By Sunday morning, the maples and one stubborn oak have answered back.
Customer builds, brand history, jokes, and the day-to-day culture of a family-owned Minnesota pole-barn builder since 1976.

Glen spends a whole Saturday raking the yard clean outside Mora. By Sunday morning, the maples and one stubborn oak have answered back.

Glen loses his tape measure on a job site north of Mora, the whole crew joins the search, and the dog knows more than she's letting on.

Forty feet. Straight line. Slight grade. Should have been ninety seconds. Was, precisely, twenty-two minutes.

Glen calls the radio station on a bruised-purple August morning and gets defeated by a pun before his coffee cools.

Glen wanted a sandwich. The kid moved the auger. The tailgate lost.

Sizing, door heights, code, and design details that make a Minnesota pole barn garage work — from a Mora-based post-frame builder.

Glen loses a morning to Minnesota fog, finds forty minutes of accidental enlightenment on a tailgate, and comes out with a competent pun.

Glen picks up a two-dollar level at an auction north of Mora, and it lies to him in exactly one direction.

Glen bought a chameleon named Kevin for the shop. Kevin is winning at his job. A short Mora, MN story.

Glen asked Rufus to sit on Tuesday. It is now Thursday. The dog is still deliberating. A short Mora, MN story.

Glen played triangle in a reggae band in 1981. The band lasted one year. The pun has lasted longer. A short Mora, MN story.

Glen buys a two-dollar thesaurus in Cambridge. Every page is blank. He tries to sound resplendent anyway. Denny is not impressed.
