On the side of the house, because of the close proximity of the fence, when he was near the top of the ladder, he was forced to be pretty close to the outside wall. It was a hot day with no breeze. He was breathing that stuff in for a few hours. When he came home, his face was splotchy and he said it felt like a thousand tiny needles @#$%& him all over. Then his breathing got a tad labored. I was maybe 6 at the time so I didn't know. But many years later, I remember Dad saying he REALLY REALLY should have gone to the Hospital. He said that was the last time he used lead paint. That stuff was nasty.
