It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Matt Larson’s cell phone to ring at some ungodly hour only to find Clay Guida waiting on the other end of the line to talk.

Guida would be in a safe haven like the Dollar Deals parking lot in Lake Zurich, in desperate need of sleep and unable to finish the two-hour drive from Chicago’s southwest side, where a late-night training session ended what had already been a full workday.

The 6-foot mattress in the bed of Guida’s 1991 four-cylinder Chevy S-10 Durango had been stored there for such occasions. But still, Guida would call Larson – his fellow Local Union 363 carpenter – to tell him he was OK and that he was stopping to rest his eyes.