A picture on Facebook of a rusty car with a tree growing through it and the words "I'm going to fix it someday" reminded me of this old water drilling rig that my deceased husband loved The person on the left is him. He and his brother bought it to drill a water well at the brother's house and they did. The brother's wife tired of it sitting in her yard so guess who got it. I hated it and finally planted Morning Glories around it. Our neighbor called it an eyesore to me but wouldn't say anything to Mel because she didn't want to make him angry because he repaired things for her. One day the city made rounds checking yards and telling people what they needed to rid their yards of. The inspector told me we needed to get rid of some old boards stacked in the back behind the garage but the decorative piece is okay, it can stay. I couldn't believe my ears. It sat there for a few more years. Mel had a bad stroke and after he recovered he told me I could sell it. It didn't take me long to run an ad and I sold it to the first two men who came to look at it. It moved to some other ladies yard for her to love, I guess.