The gutter guy was named was Oleksander Shuprudko. I’m sure of the spelling because I had to write it on his check, so he gave it to me letter by letter. But he went by “Alex,” and he came after a downpour where nothing came out the bottom of my rain spout, instead running down my stucco and over my windows.
I sure was glad Alex was the one climbing up there.
All I can say is, better him than me.
As both his accent and the impossible angularity of his cheekbones suggested, he was some sort of Slav, hailing from the Eastern Orthodox enclave in Bryte that’s just west of us here in Yolo county. I can’t tell you where his family came from originally, but his business name was “Effective.” And I do have to say, I heartily agree with that. See below for the before-and-after proof in the pudding.
There was a good 5 gallons of something green growing up there that made life impossible for my gutters. Who knew? Not me that’s for sure.
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