The family that moved to Mount Juliet has never seen an ice storm here
In a region this full of recent arrivals, a roofing account is explaining the weather as much as it is explaining itself.
Somebody who came from Phoenix or Chicago two summers ago has no memory of a Middle Tennessee ice storm and no reason to know that the damage often shows up as a slow ceiling stain in March rather than as a hole in January.
So show them the last one. Ice sitting in a valley on a north facing slope, a gutter pulled off its fascia by the weight, a shingle that lifted in a wind event and never sat back down.
Drop the assumed local knowledge. Content written for a family that grew up in Davidson County is not written for the buyer moving into a new subdivision in Rutherford or Wilson County, and the second group is the one with no roofer to call.
Name the neighborhood and roughly when the houses went up. A family in Hendersonville wants to know whether you have worked on a roof like theirs, and the age of the shingle tells them more than the age of your company does.
None of it has to be dramatic. A roof doing exactly what a roof that age does, explained plainly, is the post that gets saved by somebody with no other reference point for any of this.