Before Cliff got started messing around with the Oliver yesterday, we went to our little town to take a saw to the oldest grandson. He's renting-to-own a house there, and he has quite a cleanup job ahead of him.
I seriously envy him the celler inside his basement. The house is on a nice, quiet street across the road from a "Missouri Century Farm".
Here's hoping it all works out for our grandson. It won't truly be his until he becomes the owner.