On Mon, 11 Sep 2006 16:52:21 -0500, you wrote:

>Many are the times that I have dreamed of building a bus-friendly house.  
I would like a garage door to open into the living room  - a really
big living room - maybe 30 x 40 feet - so that I could drive my bus
straight in.  Then, in the evenings, I could be sitting at the
computer and working and admiring my bus, or I could be standing in
the open kitchen, cooking dinner and looking at my bus, or I could
just sit around with friends, drinking scotch, smoking my pipe, and
looking at my bus.  On the back wall, there would be another garage
door that I could open and drive my bus into the back yard, fire up
the grill, and enjoy it there as well.
>
>My girlfriend says that my bus is my first love, but I think she has replaced 
the bus as my number one.  Besides, me and ole Bill Bones quarrel a
little every now and then anyway - him callin' me a "bilge rat" and
all.
>
>Ah, when I win the lottery...

I have seen nirvana ... :-D

In 1980 I moved from Chicago (end of a failed relationship for me)
with my sister and brother-in-law (positive life progression for them)
to California.  He drove their '76 bus and I drove their '66 beetle.

We wound up in Sonoma.  Rented a "warehouse" in a "warehouse" complex.
The next-door "warehouse" had been turned into a feed store by its
owner, who became our good friend.  The rest of the complex, bar one
uptight git, were quite happy that we were hanging around 24/7 ...
they realized that we were built-in security.  Even the local police
tolerated us, since we were as unobtrusive as possible.

The relevance ... the bus lived inside our "warehouse" and was our
kitchen and their bedroom.  :-)

B&S
'87 Westy 'Esmerelda Blanc'
SoCal