My eighty-six-year-old father had paid a roofer $17,400, but six weeks later, his roof was still unfinished, construction materials covered his yard, and winter was approaching. When my friend Bertram heard what happened, he decided to help. That Tuesday evening, thirty bikers quietly gathered outside the roofer’s house. There were no threats or violence. Bertram simply knocked on the door and asked why an elderly widower had paid for work that hadn’t been completed. What happened next surprised everyone. …. Continue Reading 🔽
