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I say that I ended up a remodeler by accident. But this is only half-true. It was not intentional, but . . . probably intended. My brother and I, like so many other Friends-in-Moxie, started as builders at an old junker, 8’-folding table -- we dubbed it, “Lego City”. There, we spent countless hours creating everything we could dream up. We were seriously addicted, which was scary, but nonetheless it was a catalyst of passion for building things. Later, we moved on to building forts in the woods near our house as well as to cardboard cities in the big abandoned garden in our yard. As sons of a civil engineer, turned remodeler, a little bit of my father's skills must have rubbed off on us. And that could explain why we were the go-to kids for all the neighborhood build projects. [ . . . ]