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Smoke Out

Blinking through the smoke and talking through his mask, my old friend Steve said something to me, which I did not understand. He maintained at least a six-foot distance from me per Covid protocol and his face-mask muffled his words. The ambient noise of cars and shopping carts in the Raley’s parking lot added to the suppression of his voice. My lack of acute hearing didn’t help. Still, I couldn’t help but notice his eyebrows frowning above his mask and his finger jabbing toward the sky alternating with his two fists punching toward the ground. 

“What?” I said. It sounded like he had said, “I’m all about beer, I’m going to Sierra Nevada,” but that couldn’t be right. The gestures didn’t match the sentiment.

Steve grew frustrated with my lack of comprehension. He pulled down his mask for clarification. He shouted, “I’m so out of here! I’m moving to Nevada!” He repeated his hand gestures while adding various comments about California fires, politics, and general degradation.

He shouted, “Is the Real Estate market really on fire?” I’m pretty sure I heard that correctly, though I wouldn’t have expected his choice of the word “fire.”

I told him the Real Estate market is extremely low on inventory, with high Buyer demand, and houses are selling quickly. Multiple offers on new Listings is a commonplace occurrence. If you price it right, and prepare it for sale, your house might get a price premium above asking price through competing Buyers.

He asked about preparing his house to sell, and I told him I would send along some advice.

Steve thanked me and stomped across the parking lot, shaking his head and blinking up at the thick orange blanket of smoke covering our section of California.

Here’s the piece I sent to Steve:

 “Clean it and paint it” is the tried and true advice. “Re-carpet it” is good advice, too. Leave your personal taste for color out of the equation unless you favor neutral. 

  1. Paint it Red: A new front door is a simple improvement that delivers impact, and “Red says ‘welcome’ in all cultures,” say the experts. Feng Shui proponents say to choose your color according to the direction your front door faces. You can look it up.
  2. Convert it: Converting an attic or storage room or basement into a bedroom is a quick way to add value. Kids move back in with parents and parents move in with kids. The “spare bedroom” is seen as a bonus for people who sometimes like their family and visitors.
  3. Line your Den: Whether you call it the office or the computer room or the den, the “extra room” it is a big draw. Everyone can use some more space, even after adding the new bedroom.
  4. Go Outside: Building a deck is one of the least-expensive ways to extend your living space. Building a deck can bring a return on investment of up to 80 percent at the time of sale, according to the experts. 
  5. Go Back Outside: Check your curb appeal. Funky siding goes right to the top of a buyer’s worry list and makes them wonder what serious problems, structural or otherwise, might lurk behind. Fix it and paint it, and don’t cover it with vinyl if you can help it.
  6. Help the Cook: The kitchen can be the make-it-or-break-it for a home sale. Kitchens are expensive, but you don’t have to go full-tilt. Replacing countertops, faucets, and cabinet hardware can be the missing ingredient.
  7. Get Good Glass: Curb appeal again, with the added feature of energy efficiency. People are thinking green these days and are interested in spending less green on their power bills.

Fix it, shine it, and make it better, but don’t turn it into the Taj Mahal, unless it’s just for you.

You Rang

It seems when I bring up the Camp Fire in these little articles, the result is a heightened interest from you, the readers. Your communications come pouring in. And I do love receiving the emails, texts, and phone calls.

Last column, I mentioned the Camp Fire stories and personal experiences you have related to me over the last two years. You responded with even more. I heard from you in Paradise, Concow, Butte Valley, and my home territory, Butte Creek Canyon. Many of you are displaced and moved away, many of you are rebuilding or planning on it. 

In that last column I also told you of the reader, RW, who sent me her methods of Fire Preparation and Fire Evacuation, hand-written on yellow lined paper, full of great advice for all of us. A few of you have asked about it. If you want a copy of her handiwork, let me know and I will shoot it your way.

One guy left a message: 

“Hey, good morning, Doug, this is Paul in the Care Center here in Chico. I’m a patient here. I’m dealing with a bad hip, of course. I wanted to let you know I was in Paradise the day the fire started. I was in a Care Home up there and they had to evacuate all of us. I’ll never forget that fire, the memory is always with me. We weren’t sure we were going to make it out. Paradise is a beautiful town and will never die. It will come back again. I guarantee it! Thanks for your time. You have a great day. Bye-bye.” Paul sounds to me like a kindly Uncle, concerned for my stress, never mind his problems.

A guy from Paradise called me. “Joe here,” he said. “I have spent the last two years designing and planning my rebuild. I’m coming back leaner and meaner, and fire-PROOF!” He paused, expecting a reaction, I supposed.

“Wow,” I offered.

“Yeah. Any building material that will burn is off my list. The trees are gone, so I don’t have to worry about them anymore. The view is better now, anyway. Here’s the key: my groundcover will be no-burn. Concrete and asphalt.”

I was pondering that visual, when Joe said, “Don’t get me wrong. It will be Sunset Magazine beautiful. The concrete will be exposed aggregate flatwork with asphalt borders. Shrubbery will be inset in boxes. Benches and tables made of light-weight concrete will be placed here and there. Umbrellas for shade. A couple of trellises with flowery vines. I’m on over an acre, so everything will be spread out and totally defensible. You’ll have to come see it when we’re done!”

“That would be great,” I said. “Thanks for the information.”

“Here’s the other key,” said Joe. “And everybody should consider this. My front fence will be green or grey grid-wire and will be a series of 12-foot rolling gates on wheels. That way, the fire crews can access my place quickly and easily and post up with any size equipment they need.”

“Wow!” I said.

“Yeah,” said Joe, “when I told my CDF buddy that, he said he would pin a medal on me!”

The stories and Fire Tips from you readers keep on coming. Keep it up!

Meanwhile, we have a Town to build. Remember Paul in the Care Center, who says, ‘Paradise is a beautiful town and will never die’.

He guarantees it.

Fire Safe

When the Camp Fire burned through Butte Creek Canyon last November, we lucked out and still have our house. I say we lucked out, because it wasn’t our fire prevention methods that kept our structures intact, it was our on-the-ball neighbors and dedicated firefighters that saved us. 

After the fire, we swore we would dedicate ourselves to home fire prevention by creating the defensible space we need to have a better chance of making it through the next fire without relying on neighbors and firefighters. Many of our neighbors who made it through the fire for the same reasons we did, swore the same dedication.

Here we are a year later, and I can’t brag about our fire prevention efforts. I can’t brag about many of my neighbors, either. We do have professional tree trimmers lined up to come out to our place to remove the dangerous branches, trees, and shrubs hanging around our structures, but a lot more needs to be done.

The Butte Fire Safe Council has good advice for me and my neighbors. Please take note of the directions below, and take their advice, or pass it on to those who need it:

Your “defensible space” is the area that is a minimum of 100 feet from your home (as required under State Public Resources Code 4291 and other local ordinances). 

This is the area where you need to modify the landscape to allow your house to survive on its own –greatly improving the odds for firefighters defending your home. 

If your home is on a slope or subject to high winds, extend the distance of this zone based upon the “X-Factor.”  for instance, this zone may increase to 150 feet .

The three R’s of defensible space.

Remove – dead and dying grass, shrubs and trees.

Reduce – the density of vegetation (fuel) and ladder fuels, those fuels extending from the ground to the tree canopies.

Replace – hazardous vegetation with less flammable, irrigated landscape vegetation, including lawn or other low-growing groundcovers and flowering plants.

The Home Ignition Zone (the home plus 10 ft distance)

It’s the ‘little things’ that will endanger your home. Just one little ember landing on one pile of flammable material will start the fire that burns a house down.  Spend a morning searching out and getting rid of those flammable little things outside. Your home will be much safer!

1. Keep your rain gutters and roof clean of all flammable material. 

2. Get rid of dry grass, brush, and other flammable materials around your home –and don’t forget leaves, pine needles and bark walkways.  Replace with well-maintained or watered landscape vegetation, green lawn and landscape rocks.

3. Clear all flammable materials from your deck.  This includes brooms, stacked wood, and easily ignitable patio furniture. Also enclose or board up the area under your deck to keep it from becoming a fuel bed for hot embers. 

4. Move woodpiles and garbage cans away from your home.  Keep woodpiles away from the home, a distance of two times the height of the pile –more if your lot size allows.

5. Use fine mesh metal screen to cover eaves, roof and foundation vents to prevent windblown embers from entering. 

6. Inspect and clean your chimney every year.  Trim away branches within 10 feet.  Install a spark arrester with 1/2″ or smaller mesh screen.

The Butte County Fire Safe Council website has all this advice and much more. Check it out and pass it on!

 

Roof Respect

I climbed up on my roof again last week to clean the gutters and blow off the leaves. Every time I take the ladder and lean it up against the roof edge to make the climb, I hear inside my head the impatient voice of John James Miskella, roofer extraordinaire. 

“Don’t EVER lean the ladder against the roof edge!” He would say. “The roofing material hangs over for a reason. It’s the drip edge! The drip edge sheds water. If you crush it with the ladder, you lose the edge. You make a nice place for water to seep under the roofing and begin its insidious soaking of the sheathing and rafters. Then what do you have? DRY ROT!” 

Miskella got into my head about 30 years ago and stayed there. John James and his dad before him installed the roofing on a large percentage of the houses in Chico from the 1950’s forward. John James was the guy Realtors like me called to do roof inspections for home buyers.

“Lean the ladder against a side wall or a fascia board, for crying out loud!” said John James. “And cover the tops of the ladder rails with fabric so you don’t mark up the siding or the fascia boards.” 

Miskella’s ladders had raggedy t-shirts duct-taped to the tops of the ladders.

“Happy Homeowners just don’t RESPECT their own roof!” said John James. ‘Happy Homeowners’ was term Miskella used to reference to amateurs like me, who in his mind are the enemies of the roof.

“They treat roof work like yard work,” said John James. “They run all over the place, dragging their tools here and there, tearing up the roofing material like a bull in a muddy field!”

John James would shake his head. “And they stomp all debris into the roofing material causing irreparable damage.”

“And now we have to contend with these satellite and cable tv installers!” he said. “They care less about their heavy foot traffic and dragging their stuff all over the place than the Happy Homeowner!”

He shakes his head again. “NO RESPECT!”

At a house in the Avenues in Chico one summer day, I met John James Miskella for a roof inspection. He hopped out of his battered, tar-stained pickup, and began his survey of the place.

“Uh oh,” he said with quiet concern. “We have a real Happy Homeowner here.” A ladder leaned up against the roof edge, perhaps a permanent fixture. The drip edge of the roofing was crushed in various spots from ladder placement. 

“New satellite dish up there,” he said with increasing alarm.

In practically one motion, Miskella flipped the ladder off his truck, stood it next to the house, raised the extension, and lightly leaned the tops of the rails soundlessly against the sidewall. He scampered up the ladder to the roof like a cat. I lumbered up behind.

“Walk like this,” he said. “Keep your feet flat. Small steps. Don’t skid!” John James Miskella was a big guy, but he traveled the roof weightlessly, stooping now and then to carefully touch the surface. 

“Too late,” he said sadly. “In the summer they skidded their feet and ran all over the place mushing up the warm, soft roofing. In the winter they came back up and stomped on the little ridges they created and cracked ‘em open.” He kneeled and laid his hand on a cracked area as if he were trying to heal a wound.

“They killed a perfectly good roof,” he said.

John James glared at me. “I have a message for all your Happy Homeowners,” he said. 

“Okay,” I said.

“Tell ‘em John James Miskella says to give their roof some RESPECT!”

Going Downhill

Every Fall people ask if I’ll print “that story about the roofer guy.” The guy is John James Miskella, local iconic roofer of days gone by, who died 6 years ago. Here’s the story, and here’s to John James:

“Think like a roofer!” said John James Miskella. John James took it personally when people mistreated their roofs. We stood in front of a fifteen-year-old house I sold and John James had just completed the roof inspection. “See all those leaves sitting on that roof?” he said. “Leaves are acidic, dang it, acidic! The acid eats through the mineral coating, destroying the shingles. I can’t believe people let layer after layer of leaves pile up and destroy their roof!” 

John James shook his head as he slid his extension ladder onto the lumber rack on his truck. He stopped mid-slide, and said, “Don’t people understand? The roof is our first line of defense against the elements. Roofers like me take great care installing millions of shingles for the people’s protection! One defective shingle and you get water seeping into the sheathing and rafters, rotting out the framing, and then dripping into your house! Look at those leaves piled up there. This moron single-handedly turned a thirty-year roof into a fifteen-year roof just by ignoring simple maintenance.”

I thought smugly of myself sweeping the leaves off my roof with my push-broom, a commercial variety, with a wide brush made of stiff bristle. I could move a lot of leaves with that broom. Even the deepest layer of leaves, the ones glued to the roofing, came off under the force of that commercial push-broom.

“Worse than the leaves are these idiots with their commercial push-brooms,” said John James. “They brush so hard; they rip the mineral coating clean off the surface and ruin their own roof! Idiots!”

I shook my head as if to say: How could there be such idiots?

Actually, I had recently obtained a commercial-variety leaf-blower which made the job even easier. The leaf-blower made it possible to blow leaves in all directions, not just downhill as with the push-broom. 

“Worse than the idiots with their push-brooms,” said John James, “are the maniacs with their commercial-variety leaf-blowers.”

“Oh?” I said innocently, “How could a leaf-blower hurt the roof?”

He looked at me like I was an idiot. “Look,” he said, “these maniacs with their leaf-blowers push the leaves in all directions instead of the proper direction: Downhill!”

“So?”

“So?” he mocked. “So when they blow the leaves sideways and uphill, they force the leaves and grit under the shingles where it rots and destroys the most vulnerable part of the roofing. Can’t they see the shingles flapping under the force of the air from that machine?”

In my mind, I saw a picture of myself on my roof with my leaf-blower; leaves rocketing in all directions as I grinned maniacally, feeling the power of administering hurricane-force winds. Through the storm of leaves and grit I saw the shingles flapping like wings.

“So, what do we tell these idiots?” I asked. 

“Trim the branches to eliminate leaves in the first place.  Then sweep the leaves gently; or blow them gently: Downhill!” said John James. 

He tapped the side of his head. “Think like a roofer!”

 

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