My farewell from Phil

I've had my project, a Bolger Tennessee, at a point for a couple of weeks where it was time to get it out of the barn and roll over. The opportunity was elusive, the weather sucked, people couldn't show up. Then Phil died. I got up the next day, went out to the barn, grabbed a transmission jack and some blocks and boards. I lifted the ass end onto an old beat dinghy trailer, hoisted some of the bow onto a metal flatbed with wheels, strapped the whole mess down and rolled that sucker out on a riding mower. I'm gonna miss Phil's way of offering gentle, sensible advice, or a swift kick in the ass. Inspiration...