I dreamt of a basement or an attic or a plot in the backyard. I told her I didn't need windows or heating or A/C. (Electricity, and a small fridge for beer, would be nice, though, I added.) Sweetie, I said, it'll be the one place where I can stash muddy gear. Leave tools about. Spill things. Tinker. It will be good for both of us, don't you think? What I got was a cave … for my stuff: a corner of the garage and a large metal locker (which, after much discussion, I was allowed to cover with stickers). It's a start.
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