Yeah, I got up early to work on my plane in the Hotel parking lot while the wife showered and I got to meet the rent a cop as he was checking on me and what I was doing out of the back of my truck.
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Wife Joey and I were first married, we managed a 21-unit apartment complex, and lived in the large bungalow in front. The driveway ran past our second bedroom, which we had set up as a hobby shop. The light fixtures were four 8-foot double fluorescent light fixtures with 'Daylight' tubes.
They lit it up like Willie-Peter! (white phospherous)
A sheriff's deputy was cruising past, and noticed the bright light from within. He parked his 'unit' in front of our driveway, and sat there for a long time. Wife Joey came driving up from night classes she was taking, came in, and said there was a policeman 'power-parked' in our driveway, what did I suppose he was doing?
I walked outside, and up to his car, introed myself as the manager, and 'could I help him?' He asked whose 'apartment' that was with the bright lamps, and curtains drawn. (now I saw why he was curious! Me? an inner-city farmer???) I asked him to come in, it was our house...he followed me inside, and we went into the shop. Work tables, shelving, airplanes...we had about 4 going, my Vern Clements C/L Gee Bee R1 was the focal point, he was speechless. I asked him, "Did you think we were growing something to make us stupid?" He said something like, "Go toward the light..."