The early spring morning on the wooded coastal bluffs of Bainbridge Island smelled richly of damp cedar needles, ocean salt, and blooming wild trilliums. High above the private cove overlooking the sapphire waters of Puget Sound, a convoy of Manson Construction mixer trucks stood on the gravel access drive. Frank Kowalski, wearing his favorite stained work jacket and hardhat, grinned broadly as he signaled the concrete boom pump toward the…
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