Dan’s wanted a garage for as long as I can remember. He’d drawn up designs complete with elevations and he’d talked to friends and he’d talked to the town planning commission and he’d snooped around the neighborhood looking where neighbors kept their cars and just when it looked like he was about to start, he stopped. Until one day, on the way home from a weekend in Boothbay Harbor with his wife,  Linda. She said, “Dan, it looks to me like you’re too busy to get the garage built. Why don’t I take over the project?”  I believe the next morning he hired his builder.