By the time all the Fockers & Fockerettes got to work this morning, there was an obelisk in the back yard.

Mysterious Focker Monument: Evidence of an advanced civilization.

Doc was finishing up the almost done/nearly last part of the concrete on loading dock lane.

Doc... at the point where we all realize that the concrete guys have poured 50 million yards of concrete and we have yet to sign our names in any of it

Out back, the Fast Boys from Morrell Construction had nearly half of the roof trusses done.

Mountain goats set the trusses; pit crew moves the scaffolds.

Setting the roof trusses was a swift, efficient, fear-producing, nail-biting operation.

The crane operator set up outside the building. With all the construction materials, dumpsters, recycling containers and gawking Fockers on the ground, plus all the power lines overhead, the crane operator only had about six inches of working room.

Zero margin for error

Inside the building, some Morrells guided the trusses with various contraptions involving 2×4’s and rope while (amazingly) managing to avoid knocking the other Morrells off the two-story roof into the 20 foot ravine below.

Whew!

And the Fast Boys at Morrell Construction set the last roof truss at high noon.

Don't blink or you'll miss the Fast Boys. Whoosh!