porkyandthemob

I
Many years ago he decided to build a play house for his children in their backyard. Before doing so he went around his small alpine village, ensuring that no one was opposed to its construction. He happily answered neighbors’ questions about the project – even if they lived on the other side of the village and would never see it. He went over the plans in great detail with the local town council and arranged for the proper permits. Only when everyone on the council and in the community had agreed on his proposal did he start.
He used only the finest materials: treated pine wood – anti-rust-steal nails – rubber weather stripping – and fine wool carpet left over from his basement. He built beautiful windows with real glass panes. The play house stood on stilts; a long, slender latter went up to the front door.
They affectionately called it – the cabin.

II
He loved to race. He loved formula one. Before he got married he raced his small VW GTI up and down the canyons at heart-pounding speeds. He purchased a bullet-bike on which he broke every speed limit and every law of physics. His wife would not let him race professionally – he certainly would have.
He purchased an assemble-yourself-go-cart. He put it together, gas engine and all, in just one day. He dashed up and down the neighborhood roads. He stopped when the elderly complained.
He stored it under the cabin.

III
Many years passed. He slowed downed on a regular basis. He recently built a patio covering. He used beautiful cedar wood and marble rock. He went through the same process as he did for the playhouse. He explained to the town council that his reasons to do it were for “the holidays and family.” – They approved it right away.
Last time we visited we had a barbeque under the covering. He finished it that very morning. It was Mothers Day.
The grandkids ate in the cabin.