Ordering wood from these guys is so civilized. There's no elbowing around at the contractor's sales counter, trying to catch the eye of some dispirited salesman who doesn't know wolmanized from womanized. You get to sit down at someone's desk and calmly discuss your needs: "100 finger-jointed studs, please." "Would you like eights or tens and did you run out of that bottom plate insulation we sold you last week?" Ahhh.
