When we got to Max’s cabin, the Behr Construction crew were unloading their trucks and putting tools on the porch. They were going to tear down the kitchen cabinets and rip out the carpeting and linoleum today. An industrial dumpster was in place outside the front door, perched on the only piece of flat ground. The Behrs had parked their trucks alongside the road and were carrying tools up from there.
Abe Behr, the oldest and biggest of the three brothers who owned the company, dumped a couple of sledgehammers and some crowbars on the porch, then walked over to us.
“How ya doing, Max?” Abe reached over to shake Max’s hand. “Haven’t seen you around very much lately.”
The Behrs could easily have fit in with the lumberjack crowd at the Rock Bottom. Not only did they have on the regulation
