I knew Terry. That’s how long I’ve been a Terry Lumber fan. They really are the only full-service lumber company within the«central valley,» unless you go up to the strip-mall hell that is Masturbadonia, which I can’t in good conscience recommend. Prices are often pretty steep, but please weigh that against this: 1) Location. You don’t have to drive thirty miles round-trip to some nameless, faceless, corporate-owned junk barn and hope they have what you need. 2) Knowledge. Every single person working at Terry’s knows stuff. Just tell them what it is you’re building, what repairs you’re tackling, what hair-brained scheme you’ve cooked up, and they’ll find what you need. 3) Variety. The main building has more home-improvement drool-inducing stuff than you can imagine. 4) Charm. Right by the river, hard by the railroad tracks, I once saw a fox lazily trot across the lumber yard, looking for lunch-on-the-hoof. The entrance is through a PORCH, for the love of Bob Villa. 5) Social responsibility. That money you lose… err… spend at the big box store leaves the area, the state and probably the country. Money spent at Terry’s goes into local pockets. 6) Community. Ask around. These people are the very bedrock of this small town, in this small county in the Square State. They’ve helped establish and then nurture the Valley in so many ways. I could start crying when I think of the great men and women who dedicated their lives to these little communities. Stop going to the bargain bins. Start going to Terry’s.