Sep 26, 2026 · @Joey It starts with "I'll just do it myself" It's a Saturday in late October in Grand Rapids. The maples are finally bare, the gutters are packed, and somebody in the house says the words every spouse dreads: "I'll just do it myself." So out comes the extension ladder. It goes up against the house on grass that's still soft from last week's rain. He climbs up with a bucket, leans out a little further than he should to reach that last handful of wet leaves, and