Bqck in the early 90s when I was married, we had built a house in a new neighborhood, and a young couple with two young boys built a house next door. A year into their new home, they wanted to finish out the basement themselves, but they had no experience doing that stuff. They asked me how they should go about it, so I volunteered my time on weekends to show them how to build stud walls, run electrical and plumbing, hang and finish sheetrock, hang doors, trim carpentry, and all the other stuff that goes along with turning an unfinished basement into living space. The 5th or 6th weekend of working on it, we had wrapped up and were enjoying a cold beer on the back deck. Out of nowhere, Darren (the dad) says, "I hope my boys grow up to be like you." It was very difficult for me to respond; I almost busted out crying. That is perhaps the finest compliment anyone has ever paid me. THAT was the inspiration for this one! WOOT!