When I was a kid we would go visit Mom's parents. A bunch of cousins were there and we wanted to play baseball. Couldn't find a bat. Big Daddy went to his shop in the barn and made us one. That was over sixty years ago. Had a reunion with the cousins recently and asked about the bat. I was hoping they remembered and really hoping it was still around. They all remembered it but no one had saved it. A wonderful conversation but crushing in the end. I'd give my left hind leg to have it. May be why I like turning today.