There has been a lot of talk around the Internet as to naming a man's garage, basement, or just space “Man Cave.” I will not use that term to describe my retirement complex. To me “Man Cave” represents a concept of being a hideout that married men need to escape from their wives. A far more appropriate name for my garage shops would be, “Dad's Toy Shop.” A name my children assigned to my garages years ago. And went as far a purchasing the sign that hangs over the door. It should be upgraded to “Grandpa's” though.
My Toy Shops do not have any televisions, radios, sofas, telephones, or a refrigerator filled with beer.. I just don't have time nor the desire for that. Instead I'm always happily busy working in solitude on some sort of project... Or simply organizing away something,,, and again. I'm never escaping from anybody or anything. There's no need for that. Rather it's my Playpen where I can build anything my mind contrives or my heart desires. And every single time I pass through that door. I feel a deep sense of accomplishment and a smile instantly appears on my face. This is my reward for fifty years that I've worked so hard to create. What more can anyone ask for. I have successfully raised ten children, have eleven grand children, a beautiful (well maybe not to E-Tek) and understanding wife, along with good health. I'm happy to having it all! And I thank the Good Guy Upstairs every day for giving me yet another day to enjoy my little slice of Heaven... Long ago I've learned that life stops for no one, and we journey through this World but once.
So take the time to live the joy...

{Now if you'll please excuse me,,, OldCarGuy will be stepping down off the soapbox}
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My Toy Shops do not have any televisions, radios, sofas, telephones, or a refrigerator filled with beer.. I just don't have time nor the desire for that. Instead I'm always happily busy working in solitude on some sort of project... Or simply organizing away something,,, and again. I'm never escaping from anybody or anything. There's no need for that. Rather it's my Playpen where I can build anything my mind contrives or my heart desires. And every single time I pass through that door. I feel a deep sense of accomplishment and a smile instantly appears on my face. This is my reward for fifty years that I've worked so hard to create. What more can anyone ask for. I have successfully raised ten children, have eleven grand children, a beautiful (well maybe not to E-Tek) and understanding wife, along with good health. I'm happy to having it all! And I thank the Good Guy Upstairs every day for giving me yet another day to enjoy my little slice of Heaven... Long ago I've learned that life stops for no one, and we journey through this World but once.
So take the time to live the joy...

{Now if you'll please excuse me,,, OldCarGuy will be stepping down off the soapbox}
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