The story of building a deck is the story of gluing stuff together with epoxy: It begins with quarter-inch strips of African mahogany to a plywood hull. But soon you realize it’s your fingers.
Suddenly epoxy is everywhere. You step back and stick to the keeshond. You want to scream but your lips won’t open. Dad sees you're in trouble and laughs, then walks into the house, locking the door. 
