The final pour is in Dad's woodshop. I had to get ready to fly out to Phoenix so I couldn't stick around and see the final results. Now with this woodshop Dad should have an immaculate garage and shop. Ha, Ha, Ha!! Dad is sitting here laughing as I'm typing this. Like I said, I have a great imagination.
There's No Place Like Home...
11 years ago
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