Let’s say you’re flipping a dilapidated house. Your eyes are caked with plaster. Your hands are covered in splinters. You think the foundation could be solid, but they keep finding asbestos in the attic and termites gnawing at the support beams.
But then things started really turning around because, uh, you won the lottery. Upgraded kitchen. Gorgeous living room. One of those claw-footed tubs off the master suite. All the toil, all theRead More »from Taylor Hall bitterly leaves what he was building with Oilers