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Tower Dog: Life Inside the Deadliest Job in America
What is the price of staying connected, of that phone in your hand or that watch on your wrist? Recent TV shows would have you believe that the most dangerous job in America is a crab fisherman, or maybe even an ice road trucker. But what the U.S. Department of Labor unequivocally recognizes as the most dangerous job in America is a tower dog, the men who work on cell towers all across the country building the networks that keep us all connected.
In Tower Dog: Life Inside the Deadliest Job in America, Douglas Scott Delaney, a tower dog for more than fifteen years, draws readers into this dark and high-stakes world that most don’t even know exists yet rely on every minute of every day. This risk-laden profession has been recently covered by NBC Dateline, Frontline, The Wall Street Journal, and The Washington Post, but none of these reports have provided an insider’s look at the rough-and-tumble workers throughout America who are risking their lives—and losing them at an alarmingly high rate. These men and women have always been living on the edge of society; a fascinating mix of construction crews and thrill-seekers. Delaney is a brash and illuminating guide, and Tower Dog gives us the real experience of what it’s like for the workers balanced precariously above the clouds.
In Tower Dog: Life Inside the Deadliest Job in America, Douglas Scott Delaney, a tower dog for more than fifteen years, draws readers into this dark and high-stakes world that most don’t even know exists yet rely on every minute of every day. This risk-laden profession has been recently covered by NBC Dateline, Frontline, The Wall Street Journal, and The Washington Post, but none of these reports have provided an insider’s look at the rough-and-tumble workers throughout America who are risking their lives—and losing them at an alarmingly high rate. These men and women have always been living on the edge of society; a fascinating mix of construction crews and thrill-seekers. Delaney is a brash and illuminating guide, and Tower Dog gives us the real experience of what it’s like for the workers balanced precariously above the clouds.
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November 9, 2024
I will no longer just SAY I am a tower dog; I will BE a tower dog, and I will dedicate the remainder of my life to the ninety-hour weeks and the brutal 110-degree heat and fifteen-below cold and lousy pay and the palpable risk and the ten and a half months out of twelve on the road in fleabag motels from Idaho to Myrtle Beach eating out of convenience stores and vending machines and sharing motel parking lots with crack whores, and I won’t surf Wireless Estimator or USA Today looking for bad news and . . .
Glory be.
Doug Delaney has quite the tale to tell and he is one hell of a storyteller. He is a screenwriter and TV line producer who worked for many years climbing towers as high as four hundred feet. The men who provide us with our ability to communicate are a vastly underappreciated group who work in the most dangerous job in percentage of fatalities every year. There are more than 240,000 cell towers in America.
The beer and moonshine drinkers often gather for barbecues in between their treacherous, endless work days. Delaney was a Yankee surrounded mostly by Southern Alpha Dog Good 'ol Boys making fourteen dollars an hour. His specialty was in shucking clams for cook outs which led to this quip, "clam of God, You take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us."
Amidst the chaos and tragedy, including the press reports of frequent deaths, the author keeps things flowing with a typical New Yorker's wicked sense of humor. He hooked up with Datelline to produce a one hour special for NBC.
His short-lived fifteen minutes of fame faded after a prospective History Channel series was dropped and Delaney headed back to climbing towers.
I highly recommend Tower Dog.
Glory be.
Doug Delaney has quite the tale to tell and he is one hell of a storyteller. He is a screenwriter and TV line producer who worked for many years climbing towers as high as four hundred feet. The men who provide us with our ability to communicate are a vastly underappreciated group who work in the most dangerous job in percentage of fatalities every year. There are more than 240,000 cell towers in America.
The beer and moonshine drinkers often gather for barbecues in between their treacherous, endless work days. Delaney was a Yankee surrounded mostly by Southern Alpha Dog Good 'ol Boys making fourteen dollars an hour. His specialty was in shucking clams for cook outs which led to this quip, "clam of God, You take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us."
Amidst the chaos and tragedy, including the press reports of frequent deaths, the author keeps things flowing with a typical New Yorker's wicked sense of humor. He hooked up with Datelline to produce a one hour special for NBC.
His short-lived fifteen minutes of fame faded after a prospective History Channel series was dropped and Delaney headed back to climbing towers.
I highly recommend Tower Dog.
May 30, 2020
You depend on the men who never before woke up and said I think I will climb a tower today, and then do exactly that. And if on any one given day these 8,500 to 10,000 men said fuck it and went four-wheeling, your world as you know it would be a very inconvenient place. If they said fuck it for as long as a week, you'd be stockpiling bread and bottled water. If I have ever learned anything in my whole forgettable fucking life, it is that I have never learned anything in my whole forgettable fucking life worth repeating, except for this: 350 million Americans depend on .002 percent of that population to get you through the damn day.
So says Delaney on the high-stakes, time-sensitive, and dangerous enterprise of communication tower installation and maintenance happening daily (and mostly invisibly, besides the oft-reported deaths of tower dogs) across the country. But just what is a tower dog? Delaney makes sure you're clued in:
TOWER DOG: Any one of the eighty-five hundred to ten thousand workers across America who earn their living on cell phone and broadcast towers, more formally known as tower hands, tower techs, top hands, communications specialists, etc. In some parts of the Northwest they are called tower rats. They are also known unilaterally as crazy bastards.
As he recounts evenings spent with these tower dogs at their Extended Stay lodgings, Delaney asks "Who could not love this? These guys were the reason I stopped reading fiction." And while some of the real people will stick with readers after the back cover is closed, the author's reflections on the industry (its necessity, its impossible danger, its stakeholders) are far more powerful and interesting to read. Whereas Delaney's stories from job sites are quickly bogged down by technical jargon and a large cast of characters, few of whom readers actually get to really know or distinguish from one another in any meaningful way, his private writings are perfectly poignant. Take, for example, his version of the tower dog job description:
We were fuck-ups in more ways than not, but we were not stupid. The job required a working familiarity with every hand- and gas- and electric-powered tool there was, as well as knowledge of rope strength and cable strength, f wind load and rigging and knots, of frequency testing and computer skills. You had to be part ironworker, part electrician, part mason, part paramedic, part operating engineer, part plumber, part mechanic, part carpenter, part systems analyst, and part long-haul trucker. You also had to stay alive.
Or, take his musings on cell phones from about midway through the book, when Tower Dog goes from 2/3 stars to a definite 4:
[Nothing could be more American than the fact that] America has more cell phones than Americans…The understatement is that nothing has had a more direct, more all-encompassing, more moment-by-moment, second-by-second effect on Americans than the cell phone and its ever-changing and ever adaptable technology… Personally, I hate the damn things because they are chronically unreliable… but 315 million Americans can’t be wrong, can they? And every Christmas many of them will wait in very long lines to get the next and newest cellular doodad with this G and that G, the one they just know will make all thing sin their life hunky dory, not knowing there is a damn good chance the promised advancements in speed and coverage most likely have not yet even been installed on many, many, many towers. But that snake oil notwithstanding, there is no denying the importance and permanence of the device.
What is absurd is [the idea] that there is anything altruistic or heroic about what the industry does, what tower dogs do, or why we do it. We do it for the same reasons the carriers do it. To make as much money as we can. Period. We are not here to make anybody’s life better. We are here to sell phones and provide the coverage that sells phones. Where it is true that when applied to emergency services, the cell phone has made a marked improvement to the arrival time of first responders, I often wonder what else it has truly improved, and at what price. Yes, the ambulance is getting there faster with the Jaws of Life to extract a mangled driver from the wreck, but the ambulance is also making a lot more of those runs because driving a vehicle while texting is six times more dangerous than driving while intoxicated, according to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA). The federal agency reports that sending or receiving a text takes a driver’s eyes from the road for an average of 4.6 seconds, the equivalent – when traveling at fifty-five miles per-hour – of driving the length of an entire football field while blindfolded.
So after the pry the driver from the mangled wreck, they can pry the cell phone from his mangled hand. Such is progress.
And why is being a tower dog so dangerous after all? Because the very time-sensitive nature of the job demands the skirting of safety procedures for maximum profits:
I am not raging against the machine. Raging against the machine is not only fruitless but also paranoiac. Thinking the machine killed these tower dogs is just plain foolish. But it would also be foolish to think the machine does not exist. And it would be irrational to think that the machine does not directly contribute to these deaths. Because it does. It does because, despite any profession of safety first, the primary general order of all tower work is get it done now because for every second that system is not online and transmitting and receiving data, the carrier is losing money... Never before in the annals of American industry have so few done so little and for so much money as the middle contractors that separate the carriers of cellular service from the task and the crews in the field.
Delaney is a brash host, and though his welcome party to the world of tower dogs sometimes meanders, it leaves guests ever more conscious of the underworld of consumer technology and the price paid daily by people supporting our critical infrastructure.
So says Delaney on the high-stakes, time-sensitive, and dangerous enterprise of communication tower installation and maintenance happening daily (and mostly invisibly, besides the oft-reported deaths of tower dogs) across the country. But just what is a tower dog? Delaney makes sure you're clued in:
TOWER DOG: Any one of the eighty-five hundred to ten thousand workers across America who earn their living on cell phone and broadcast towers, more formally known as tower hands, tower techs, top hands, communications specialists, etc. In some parts of the Northwest they are called tower rats. They are also known unilaterally as crazy bastards.
As he recounts evenings spent with these tower dogs at their Extended Stay lodgings, Delaney asks "Who could not love this? These guys were the reason I stopped reading fiction." And while some of the real people will stick with readers after the back cover is closed, the author's reflections on the industry (its necessity, its impossible danger, its stakeholders) are far more powerful and interesting to read. Whereas Delaney's stories from job sites are quickly bogged down by technical jargon and a large cast of characters, few of whom readers actually get to really know or distinguish from one another in any meaningful way, his private writings are perfectly poignant. Take, for example, his version of the tower dog job description:
We were fuck-ups in more ways than not, but we were not stupid. The job required a working familiarity with every hand- and gas- and electric-powered tool there was, as well as knowledge of rope strength and cable strength, f wind load and rigging and knots, of frequency testing and computer skills. You had to be part ironworker, part electrician, part mason, part paramedic, part operating engineer, part plumber, part mechanic, part carpenter, part systems analyst, and part long-haul trucker. You also had to stay alive.
Or, take his musings on cell phones from about midway through the book, when Tower Dog goes from 2/3 stars to a definite 4:
[Nothing could be more American than the fact that] America has more cell phones than Americans…The understatement is that nothing has had a more direct, more all-encompassing, more moment-by-moment, second-by-second effect on Americans than the cell phone and its ever-changing and ever adaptable technology… Personally, I hate the damn things because they are chronically unreliable… but 315 million Americans can’t be wrong, can they? And every Christmas many of them will wait in very long lines to get the next and newest cellular doodad with this G and that G, the one they just know will make all thing sin their life hunky dory, not knowing there is a damn good chance the promised advancements in speed and coverage most likely have not yet even been installed on many, many, many towers. But that snake oil notwithstanding, there is no denying the importance and permanence of the device.
What is absurd is [the idea] that there is anything altruistic or heroic about what the industry does, what tower dogs do, or why we do it. We do it for the same reasons the carriers do it. To make as much money as we can. Period. We are not here to make anybody’s life better. We are here to sell phones and provide the coverage that sells phones. Where it is true that when applied to emergency services, the cell phone has made a marked improvement to the arrival time of first responders, I often wonder what else it has truly improved, and at what price. Yes, the ambulance is getting there faster with the Jaws of Life to extract a mangled driver from the wreck, but the ambulance is also making a lot more of those runs because driving a vehicle while texting is six times more dangerous than driving while intoxicated, according to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA). The federal agency reports that sending or receiving a text takes a driver’s eyes from the road for an average of 4.6 seconds, the equivalent – when traveling at fifty-five miles per-hour – of driving the length of an entire football field while blindfolded.
So after the pry the driver from the mangled wreck, they can pry the cell phone from his mangled hand. Such is progress.
And why is being a tower dog so dangerous after all? Because the very time-sensitive nature of the job demands the skirting of safety procedures for maximum profits:
I am not raging against the machine. Raging against the machine is not only fruitless but also paranoiac. Thinking the machine killed these tower dogs is just plain foolish. But it would also be foolish to think the machine does not exist. And it would be irrational to think that the machine does not directly contribute to these deaths. Because it does. It does because, despite any profession of safety first, the primary general order of all tower work is get it done now because for every second that system is not online and transmitting and receiving data, the carrier is losing money... Never before in the annals of American industry have so few done so little and for so much money as the middle contractors that separate the carriers of cellular service from the task and the crews in the field.
Delaney is a brash host, and though his welcome party to the world of tower dogs sometimes meanders, it leaves guests ever more conscious of the underworld of consumer technology and the price paid daily by people supporting our critical infrastructure.
May 8, 2025
Douglas Delany is a man split in two. One side is a professional writer with short stories, plays, and movie scripts under his belt. But when writing doesn't pay the bills (which is often) out comes Delaniac, the tower dog. Tower Dogs are the blue collar heroes of the cellular revolution. They're the poor bastards who climb up hundreds of feet in conditions from blizzard to sweltering heat to make sure calls and texts flow smoothly through the air. It's grueling, dangerous work, and all for $14.50 an hour.
The central narrative covers Delaniac's return to the towers in 2008, when he had a baby to feed to a particularly fruitless round of rejections. He worked jobs around New Jersey for a company founded by a former roommate, a sitcom actor who's sidegig turned into a successful business. The stars of the book are the other tower dogs: Godfather, Vic with a D, Triple J, Crack Baby (surprisingly solid), Frogger (surprisingly incompetent). It's long days and longer nights at BBQ "debriefings" in motel parking lots.
Delany's goal is to depict his comrades as they really are, and I think he succeeds. Normal people do not climb towers. These guys are freaks, but the veterans are by and large skilled professionals. There's not a lot of room for fuckups on towers. The thing is that a lot of people wash out on the way to veteran status. Frogger and Sean Dog are the local antagonists of the book, two Central Floridians so dumb it's a wonder that they can breathe. One of them doesn't know colors! Not colorblind, just never learned what "blue" or "yellow" was. Frogger gets fired after he gets hit by a truck crossing Route 17 (six lanes of 55 mph traffic) to buy beer. Sean Dog should have gotten fired after tossing a ton of discarded coax cable off a rooftop, which could have easily killed someone on the ground. He makes it until he glasses a dude in a bar and goes to jail.
The other narrative is Delany trying to sell the story, first as a Deadliest Catch style reality show, then as an NBC Dateline investigation. The Dateline investigation happens, the reality show doesn't. And here the enemy is The System. Tower Dogs die by the dozens. Delaniac would tell you that almost all of the dead killed themselves by failing to follow simple safety rules about clipping onto the tower and checking your lines. Delany will tell you that it's because the cheap bastards at say, Verizon are insulated by at least two layers of middlemen from the guys plummeting to their death, and it'd be too slow and expensive to do it right.
This is a gripping story. And one with a happy ending. According to Wireless Estimator, the premier industry tracker, 2013 was a peak year for fatalities, with 14. Every year since 2015 has seen single digit deaths, and only 2 deaths in 2023 and 2024. That's two families who'll never see their son or husband or dad again, which is two too many, but it's a dramatic improvement.
The central narrative covers Delaniac's return to the towers in 2008, when he had a baby to feed to a particularly fruitless round of rejections. He worked jobs around New Jersey for a company founded by a former roommate, a sitcom actor who's sidegig turned into a successful business. The stars of the book are the other tower dogs: Godfather, Vic with a D, Triple J, Crack Baby (surprisingly solid), Frogger (surprisingly incompetent). It's long days and longer nights at BBQ "debriefings" in motel parking lots.
Delany's goal is to depict his comrades as they really are, and I think he succeeds. Normal people do not climb towers. These guys are freaks, but the veterans are by and large skilled professionals. There's not a lot of room for fuckups on towers. The thing is that a lot of people wash out on the way to veteran status. Frogger and Sean Dog are the local antagonists of the book, two Central Floridians so dumb it's a wonder that they can breathe. One of them doesn't know colors! Not colorblind, just never learned what "blue" or "yellow" was. Frogger gets fired after he gets hit by a truck crossing Route 17 (six lanes of 55 mph traffic) to buy beer. Sean Dog should have gotten fired after tossing a ton of discarded coax cable off a rooftop, which could have easily killed someone on the ground. He makes it until he glasses a dude in a bar and goes to jail.
The other narrative is Delany trying to sell the story, first as a Deadliest Catch style reality show, then as an NBC Dateline investigation. The Dateline investigation happens, the reality show doesn't. And here the enemy is The System. Tower Dogs die by the dozens. Delaniac would tell you that almost all of the dead killed themselves by failing to follow simple safety rules about clipping onto the tower and checking your lines. Delany will tell you that it's because the cheap bastards at say, Verizon are insulated by at least two layers of middlemen from the guys plummeting to their death, and it'd be too slow and expensive to do it right.
This is a gripping story. And one with a happy ending. According to Wireless Estimator, the premier industry tracker, 2013 was a peak year for fatalities, with 14. Every year since 2015 has seen single digit deaths, and only 2 deaths in 2023 and 2024. That's two families who'll never see their son or husband or dad again, which is two too many, but it's a dramatic improvement.
June 21, 2017
I've always had a soft spot for nonfiction that takes one into a slice of the world that I know nothing about. Given that I am petrified by heights, a behind-the-scenes look at the folks who erect and service cell phone towers certainly fits the bill. The author is a bit of an odd combination -- raised in middle-class Long Island, worked as a low-level Hollywood screenwriter for years, but ultimately returns to the $14/hour world of "tower dogs" (ie, the guys who climb up and install antennas, coaxial cable, etc...). The job is officially the most dangerous in the country, as measured by the Department of Labor, and Delaney takes the reader deep into the culture of the work.
It's the kind of workplace where markets ebb and flow all over the country and crews are formed and pushed out across hundreds or thousands of miles. It's also the kind of work that requires no diplomas or certifications, and the training is basically all on the job -- making it appealing to those who struggled with school. Of course, in many cases that's also the same kind of person who struggles with rules and paying attention, which helps to explain why about 95% of the fatalities are operator error, rather than equipment or structural failures. Make no mistake -- death stalks the book, as every chapter starts with a news clip about a tower dog who fell to their death. At the same time, the book celebrates the outsize personalities while fetishizing how hard the work is (90+ hour work weeks, -20 degree weather for hours on end, etc...).
Mixed in with the general sense of the work and the people is Delany's efforts to get Dateline NBC to do a special about the job (which ran in 2008), and the various reality-show possibilities that could all lead to with his Hollywood connections. That personal story gets a bit distracting at times, and I almost wish the book had just stuck the job. But at the end of the day, Delaney is just trying to get folks to recognize the human cost of being able to send texts off into the ether and get them at the other end. Fascinating stuff.
It's the kind of workplace where markets ebb and flow all over the country and crews are formed and pushed out across hundreds or thousands of miles. It's also the kind of work that requires no diplomas or certifications, and the training is basically all on the job -- making it appealing to those who struggled with school. Of course, in many cases that's also the same kind of person who struggles with rules and paying attention, which helps to explain why about 95% of the fatalities are operator error, rather than equipment or structural failures. Make no mistake -- death stalks the book, as every chapter starts with a news clip about a tower dog who fell to their death. At the same time, the book celebrates the outsize personalities while fetishizing how hard the work is (90+ hour work weeks, -20 degree weather for hours on end, etc...).
Mixed in with the general sense of the work and the people is Delany's efforts to get Dateline NBC to do a special about the job (which ran in 2008), and the various reality-show possibilities that could all lead to with his Hollywood connections. That personal story gets a bit distracting at times, and I almost wish the book had just stuck the job. But at the end of the day, Delaney is just trying to get folks to recognize the human cost of being able to send texts off into the ether and get them at the other end. Fascinating stuff.
December 31, 2019
After being in the business for over 60 years, I found the book to be enlightening. I am currently a tower manufacturer and installer and former ironworker. I knew some of the men that died in the accidents indentified in the book and have been hired as an expert witness in a couple of the cases. I still view our craft from my "old school" experience and am frequently critical of the way things are now; the book allowed me to visit inside the world of cellular installation as it exists today. It is a "rat race", totally under the control of big business. This author got it dead right in describing the life of the cell tower workers of today. It is an industry where workers are asked to put their life on the line, on short notice, with very little training and no trade union or association to report employer violations or abuses. I knew it was bad in the industry, but I didn't realize it was as bad as it is. The National Association of Tower Erectors, NATE, provided the paved highway for the professional people, the carriers, the turf contractors, engineers, tower owners to chair various committees and molded the entire industry with liability firewalls of protection for the professional people; and the installer, the tail of the dog is no more than collateral damage. I hope he keeps writing about this travesty.
October 5, 2017
If you’re looking for excitement, edge of the seat descriptions of what cell tower climbers go through every day of their lives....you’ll be disappointed.
If you’re looking at what the climbers put up with to do their job, dealing with family (and not seeing them for days, weeks and sometimes months at a time), dealing with co-workers, dealing with life on the road then this is the book for you.
It’s almost kind of depressing. These folks got through many insanely dangerous times both above and on the ground; they go through so much, treated as dirt by some and getting paid ridiculously little for the risk. They go through a lot more than Amy of us could ever imagine all so we can text LOL, LMAO or OMG to our friends or FaceTime our family or call from any location almost anywhere in the world.
It’s a job I could never do but greatly respect. It’s a bit on the slow side but the descriptions of the work and life when not working of the tower dog does enlighten, is well worth the read
If you’re looking at what the climbers put up with to do their job, dealing with family (and not seeing them for days, weeks and sometimes months at a time), dealing with co-workers, dealing with life on the road then this is the book for you.
It’s almost kind of depressing. These folks got through many insanely dangerous times both above and on the ground; they go through so much, treated as dirt by some and getting paid ridiculously little for the risk. They go through a lot more than Amy of us could ever imagine all so we can text LOL, LMAO or OMG to our friends or FaceTime our family or call from any location almost anywhere in the world.
It’s a job I could never do but greatly respect. It’s a bit on the slow side but the descriptions of the work and life when not working of the tower dog does enlighten, is well worth the read
June 2, 2017
While there was a fair amount of despairing on the part of the author on his disappointment in his stagnant writing career, and some repetition early in the book on the deadly reports of deaths in the tower dog profession, the book does offer some insights into workers in America who follow the 'boon' industries, generally untrained and just picking up a job that needs bodies. By now there are certainly many in this profession who are diligent and work with care. But the tragedies abound. This book also offers insight into the world of reality television: what sells, the hours of work that go into making these shows, and how difficult it is to actually make it. Not your average read.
January 10, 2024
A solid entry into the writer-man does manly work with other worker-men then writes about it genre. Delaney does a fantastic job describing the rough-and-tumble swagger and camaraderie of men who do physically demanding and dangerous labor together. He brings in larger personal and social themes — fatherhood, his own desire to succeed as a writer, the history of Levittown (the ur-suburb where he grew up), the economics of the cell-phone tower industry — with a light and deft touch, and his prose is eminently readable, down to earth and sparingly accented with a wistful lyricism.
May 20, 2017
Wonderful read! I'm always amazed at the publishing industry that this book is relatively unknown. There are many "Hit Makers" pushed by the big houses; luckily I found this gem at my local library published by Soft Skull Press. You will appreciate your cell phone and the workers that put the signal in our lives if you read this book.
May 23, 2017
This is a first-person account of the profession of 'tower-dog' - the people who work to erect, install and maintain the cell towers that connect us all. Before complaining about dropped calls or spotty service in remote locations - this is a must read.
July 11, 2017
Now every time I look at a broadcast or cell phone tower I'll be thinking about the men who climb them, and the death rate of workers in that career.
July 30, 2017
This would have made a great TV show if you like "Deadliest Catch" or "Ice Road Truckers."
June 15, 2023
An interesting dive into a world most people know very little about.
November 17, 2024
It's unfortunate about all the deaths and all, but I just found the writing unlikeable.
May 1, 2019
Wow, I was impressed by this book. It was better than I expected it to be. The author had some success writing for movies and television, but when that dried up, he took a job working as one of the men who climbs cell phone towers. Through his experience on the job he takes the reader inside the deadliest way to make a living today. The men are underpaid work long hours in sometimes awful weather. And each chapter ends with the report of another man who has fallen to his death while working to make sure we can all make cell phone calls.
Occasionally on the news, you hear about the death of a tower worker, but this book brings news of deaths from all over the country. I had no idea that it was so dangerous. The author is an excellent writer, and does a masterful job of telling this story.
Occasionally on the news, you hear about the death of a tower worker, but this book brings news of deaths from all over the country. I had no idea that it was so dangerous. The author is an excellent writer, and does a masterful job of telling this story.
April 11, 2022
Excellent book, but ended too abruptly.
Excellent book, but ended too abruptly. I’m a tower climber myself, and this is such an accurate portrayal of what we go through.
Excellent book, but ended too abruptly. I’m a tower climber myself, and this is such an accurate portrayal of what we go through.
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