My wife only keeps me around for the important stuff, rubbing her feet and reaching the top shelves in the kitchen.� Our first date was in my old panel truck to a lumber yard to fetch the materials so she could build a loft in her tiny apartment, which she did.

Chris, you need a woman like this to help you take charge of your life and get that parts biz crankin'.� This is the same one who, when I fell and broke both my feet, rushed to my aid and threw open the screen door directly into those freshly-broken feet.� You simply learn to adjust to each other or you don't last.� If I need to cajole in order to get Vanagon/motorcycle/bike stuff it's no different from her having to convince me that her design for a porch addition must be built.� I was happy with the deck that was there; now there's a porch.� There didn't used to be a Westy in the driveway; now there is.

Stephen

--- On Tue, 2/23/10, Dave Mcneely <mcneely4@COX.NET> wrote:

From: Dave Mcneely <mcneely4@COX.NET>
Subject: Re: wives and vanagons...rant... LOL
To: vanagon@GERRY.VANAGON.COM
Date: Tuesday, February 23, 2010, 9:40 PM

Thank goodness I have the love of my life to keep me directed, solvent, and focused on what matters.�