Door HangerMarco is balancing the doors of the house. He has tools with him in a large canvas and leather bag, and the bag keeps them quiet. He has oil in a can. He has toothpicks he is using to seat screws when they have bent away the wood under the dull brass hinge plates, as he needs to. When he has to take a door down, he calls to one of us, and we help him wrestle it out and against the wall. He clucks as he inspects the lintel.
He is not done until the door swings free and true. He checks the jambs that they all catch the door well. He listens to the hinges. The foot board must clear the rug. He is careful, and uses a spirit level when he needs to.
He is not done until he can push the door closed with a careful finger, and have the weight of the wood carry the well oiled lock past the lock plate, settling the door shut with a quiet click. He smiles at this. He moves on to the next one. He has many more to go.
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