Patio Preparation

Ante Bosko stands at the edge of the job site, steel-toed boots in gravel, sun hitting the gold chain on his chest. He claps his hands to get the crew’s attention. Around him are pallets of paving stones, a wheelbarrow full of sand, and a Bluetooth speaker quietly playing 80s rock.

“Alright, listen up, gentlemen. This is how we build a proper patio—Bosko style.”

He points to the ground, marking out the vision in the air with his calloused hands.

“First, you excavate clean and flat. No shortcuts. Six inches minimum—gravel base compacted tight like your mother’s cabbage rolls. Then the bedding sand—screeded level, smooth like silk. After that, we lay the pavers tight, like bricks in the Old Town of Dubrovnik. No gaps, no dancing stones.”

He walks over, picks up a paving stone, holds it like a sacred object.

“Every stone has its place. It’s like a mosaic. It has to flow. And when we’re done? Polymeric sand in the joints, plate compactor over the top, and that patio’s locked in like a tank.”

He wipes the sweat from his brow, then points toward the patio entrance.

“But let me be clear—the customer puts up the patio lanterns. We don’t do fairy lights. We build the stage. If they want romance, that’s on them.”

The crew laughs. One guy yells, “No lanterns, no love!”

Ante smiles, lights the cigarette behind his ear, and says:

“Exactly. We build the bones. They bring the candles. Now let’s make it shine, boys.”

The Sun is Shining

Ante Bosko, wiping the dust off his forearms, strolls down the line of paving brick layers with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and a grin like he knows the secrets of the universe. The boys pause their work as he speaks:

“Listen, my brothers—we’re here for a good time, not a long time. You know that. The sun? She doesn’t shine every day. But when she does? You grab that moment.”

He squats beside a stack of bricks, tapping one with his knuckle.

“This work? It’s not just about laying bricks. It’s about pride. It’s about sweating together under the open sky. You feel that warmth? That’s a gift. So we don’t complain. We don’t drag our feet. We move like men with purpose.”

He stands, throws on his sunglasses, and with a smirk adds:

“Because when winter comes, we’ll be the ones telling the stories. Now let’s make this patio look like Versailles.”

The crew laughs, fired up, and gets back to laying each brick like it’s the foundation of something sacred.

Scanning The Blueprints

? ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE BOSKO BROS

To improve communication and eliminate confusion on all job sites, we’re introducing a new system:

We will scan and upload the blueprints for every job directly to our website — boskobros.site
Every worker is required to review and comment on the blueprint page before starting their task

This way, everyone stays on the same page, literally. No more mix-ups, no more guesswork — just clear, direct collaboration.

Let’s build better, together.
The Bosko Bros

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