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Mark, similar experiance. A friend lives in Stykney, IL. which is a Chicago suburb - lot's of close houses. One Saturday years ago decided to put in a patio about the same size, and asked for help. Ok, I show up to help. Was him (bad back, honestly), his father-in-law, a neighbor, and me. The mixer wouldn't fit into the alley out back, and he didn't want to crackup his drive, so he rented 3 contractor's wheelbarrows. Filled the first, tire flat - no pump. Filled the second, tire wasn't flat, but handle broke as soon as lifted it - nailed a 2x4 on as a handle and it worked. Filled the third, tire was flat, and still no pump. I got a flat, neighbor got a flat, and Dad-in-law got a 2x4 handle. That was work wheelin' from the street, so much as a matter of fact that one time I rounded the back of the house, I flipped the wheelbarrow up and over onto my buddy as he tried to float the concrete. "Sorry about that Tim". But we got it smoothed out and grooved. Then his wife tried to open the back screen door from inside, and found out that the concrete was higher than it's bottom edge after it got open about 1/4 of the way, and the concrete was really setting up by then. We carved it down and fixed it up so that the door opens, but guess where the rain water gets funneled? Hey Mark, I was just a laborer, not a planner. My friend's kids have grown up and moved since then, and his wife has divorced him, but not quite sure for that alone.
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