One of the most wonderful things about living in West Chester is having an honest-to-goodness garage to keep stuff in. It's actually a separate building, the garage, which of course gives me delusions of grandeur. Yesterday, I got a chance to hang two of an eventual six shoplights, which I hope will start the process of transformation from fairly ordinary frowzy cinderblock space into the gleaming Teutonic rocket lab from Moonraker.
The contents of the garage are a promising start. Besides a lawn mower, a broadcast lawn fertilizer spreader, and several rakes, the garage currently contains:
- Various bits and pieces (the 1946 naval searchlight tripod, the 1986 Eiki 16MM projector) for the Guerilla Drive-In,
- A framed Dr. Cube poster from Kaiju Big Battel in 2001,
- Neoprene, glue, two-part foam, and other bits and pieces left over from the moribund Retropod project;
- The Ultimate Water Gun (now guns) in winter storage.
- Kate's Mom's Austin Healey, which classes up any garage. Also good for stylish getaways.
- Kate's awesome Honda CB360T.
- A croquet set in a flash wooden box, a wedding present from Genevieve and Francesco. (Fifty additional bragging points if your croquet set is a gift from an actual British expat.)
- My BMW 1977 R100/7 motorcycle/sidecar outfit, which is good for stylish entrances. Right now, the gas tank is getting re-lined in Maryland. Having the tank off makes the bike look absurdly dejected.
- Enough camping gear to outfit a brigade (a nylon-clad hippy brigade), which hasn't seen the light of day since I last aired it out in 2003.
