Today it was cold out, but when the call came that we could deliver my Mom and Dad’s rocker that they purchased at the time they got married, we were on it. Sweet Old Bob, better known as the S.O.B., had it in his workshop before noon. The glider rocker has been through the mill. A broom handle made into one of the bottom rods and some crude looking nuts and bolts in other places. A spindle was broken in the back rest. Bob had it tipped over and he knew he could put some support under the seat where the veneer was fragile. I put it in his hands. When I left I glanced around and was in awe of some of his restoration projects that were in the works or waiting to be picked up. I let him know I was in no hurry, and I knew he had good insurance as the wealth of the items under his workshop roof was amazing.