My folks are up visiting for the week. They made it up to my house at around 9:00 PM, and I gave them the $0.05 tour (fee waived). I thought for sure they'd echo the common sentiment: "Holy crap, this is a lot of work." Instead, they got really excited, and saw a lot of the same potential I do. I'm fairly confident this means they're nuts, and that I inherited fully this characteristic.
Dad told me a story about our first motorhome. In the early '80s, my folks wanted to move up from a pick-up camper to a Class C motorhome. Dad found a good deal on an almost-new Starcraft that needed some work. Specifically, it had been in a fire and was gutted.
My Grandpa Vernon (my mom's dad) came along to look at the motorhome. When he saw it, and saw how much work it meant, he just shook his head. Dad said, "I think I'm going to get it."
And we did. Now I know.
Epilogue: Dad and Grandpa rebuilt the motorhome to better than brand-new. And I helped, mostly by playing in the bunk, I think. Pictures to follow.
