I Get What I Want!

A new Hasselblad 50 Megapixel camera, a 65" BeoVision 4 tv, a Prius or perhaps a Wii, these are the things that most people dream of. Not me, I've been known to say that if I got a widescreen tv I would have to reconfigure my entire living room and that's too much work. The things that I dream about are not normal, not typical. I wanted the bells out of the church down the street. I wanted its steeple topper and its wrought iron fence. I should throw in here that the church was 4 doors down, 100 years old, and now its gone. They tore it down. I don't just ravage churches for fun. Well, they sold the bells and I didn't steal the steeple topper fast enough. The fence was a different story though. They destroyed most of it with their giant claw machine (ok, so claw machine isn't exactly the technical term). However, 16 feet of it survived. There it sat, at the side of the demolition site, teasing me for days. 16 feet of beautiful, 100 year old wrought iron fence.

This morning, on my way to work, I saw it. The lot was clear and all that was left was the fence. It was just sitting there on the sidewalk beckoning me. I had to have it and turned my car around. Sure, it would make me a little lait for work but this was my dream we're talking about here. Only one minor problem. Apparently 16 feet of wrought iron weighs approximately twice as much as I do (you wise guys better not say that that's only like 200lbs). I couldn't lift it so I dragged it, caveman style. Every few feet I would have to stop to catch my breath. By the time I got it to my yard I thought I was going to die. The experience left me wheezing for 45 minutes. My hands hurt, I could barely walk, but it was worth it. After work I managed to drag my fence from my front yard into my basement and there she sits, 16 feet of metal, my trophy, my lovely fence.