My next-door friend's dad maintained a wood working shop in the basement and had lots of wood scraps around. We spent many a hot summer day down there sawing and sanding. I built a whole fleet of ships painted navy gray, using small bits of window screen as radar antenna and faucet washers with nails inserted in rows as main batteries, some of the happiest hours of my childhood. Our basement workshop wasn't as spiffy, but I built lot of model planes in my room, graduating from plastic kits to planes made out of wood to my own design. These were suspended on thread from the ceiling of my room. It happens that my friends uncle was a professional model builder who built a famous permanent exhibit of miniature rooms, "The Thorn Rooms," depicting famous rooms in palaces and historical houses. Never met "Uncle Gene," but heard a lot about him. He had a studio on the main street across from the commuter railroad tracks. I think his sons have carried on the business, which does architectural models and corporate displays. Those girls may have a table at the Chicago pipe show next year.