Wooden Screen Doors vs. Aluminum Doors

There was a period in the 80’s when I used to notice whether someone had alumininum or wooden screen doors every time I drove past their house. In fact, I almost looked down my nose at such people and thought they were no better than pond scum (just kidding). I was going through a snooty stage. I’ll tolerate the white aluminum doors but I despise the old-fashioned steely gray doors (and combination windows).

I’m not wild about vinyl siding either but I can appreciate its practicality as it requires very little maintenance (no need to paint). However, I have heard that vinyl siding rots the wood underneath.

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M-A. I had to laugh when I saw where you live. I live in Camden, most of the time. Your post is just so…Mainey.

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When I think of Camden, I think of Peyton Place:

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It fits the stereotype. Like a lot of places do.

I won’t be up there again for a couple of weeks. But when I go back, I’ll probably be looking to see what kind of storm doors everyone has, from Brunswick to where I live, all the way up Route 1. I rent, so I can’t take any credit, but all the screen doors on the house (it’s a big house) are wooden. And the driveway isn’t paved. And the window screens are wooden, and must be installed every spring. And the landlady drives a Subaru.

It’s pretty Mainey.

Sorry… but Maine sucks.

I went down 2 years ago to Presque Isle and Machias for basketball.

Talk about blah…

Me and some teammates ended up drinking behind a subway resturant and then going to a party with the workers inside after it closed. That part was cool at least…

It’s an acquired taste. At least you participated in the Official State Sport.

With the Subway crew, I mean.

But the woods are nice. Even where I am, I can, in just a few minutes, get to a place where I won’t see anyone all day. I wicked like that.

The woods are cool. I grew up in Vancouver and I loved the parks there. The size of some of the trees boggled my mind; like a portal to the past.

You know I have never figured out why they are called storm doors considering when it storms the main door is generally closed too. Any clues why they are called such?

Thesadays, what with weathahstrippin’ and these newfangled materials and all, stawm daws ain’t so impawtant as they used to be. Was a time they helped keep the rain out. We don’t have’em, much. We got screen daws. Soon as the ice is out of the pawnd, we keep the regulah daw open, and shut down the woodstove for the summah. Need the screen daws for the black flies, though. You can get’em such that they are screen daws and stawm doors, too. But that’s extra.

You trip me out, Faust. I want more.

Margaret, vinyl siding might have a chemicle in it which is corrosive to wood after extremely long periods of time, but it is supposed to be installed over a moisture barrier such as “tyvek” or felt-paper, which covers the plywood.

Any construction that does not have this barrier will not pass the required codes to be considered legal and viable to both warranty and insurance. It can be done, buts its wrong and sloppy. Nobody in their right mind would buy a house that didn’t pass the building codes in that jurisdiction.

Well, yasee, detrop, it’s this thing heyah ya’call bildin’ codes. Oh, down in Pawtland they got’em. But it’s just a buncha Bawstun folks down theyah now. Useta be a nice town, ayah. B’faw they stahted bildin’ those condo apahtments and puttin’ in all those pottarie bahns that ain’t even in a bahn.

But anyways, we don’t got ‘em much up our way. Codes, I mean. Up heyah, a man can still build a place outa han-cut timbahs an’ bahnbawd. From a real bahn!

Reminds me, went to my cousin Sam’s brush-burnin’ pahtie last week. My cousin Sam from Fahminton, not Sam from Dextah or the one from Millinocket. Got three good two-ba-faws ‘bout eight foot long and a piece o’ th’ keel from one o’ the boats he’s got out in the back fawty that I’m gonna use faw a mailbox post. Ain’t no code says I can’t. I sussed that out at town meetin’. Saw my cousin Sam from Dam’riscotta there, too. Don’t know why he was theyah. Didn’t ask.

Hey Detrop. You french? I knew a Rainy Detrop from Lewiston. French fellah. Any relation o’ yours? Good fellah, Rainy. Kinduva knockabout. He’ll use teaveck if y’ask him. But that’s extra.

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