To see this all in the driveway, one could not imagine its re-entry back into the garage (DFW). Executive decisions were made by Bob (again, not his real name) on what was "NOT" going back in. So be it.
I asked them to each pick out any pieces they wanted and I would restore it for them. When they declined, I was not sure it was because the items to choose from, were less than stellar, or they did not want to pick something that would otherwise be sold or bartered.
This kind of outreach is a lesson in humility for me. These are tasks I used to take on at a whim, but am now at the mercy of others. The afternoon was at the highest entertainment level, watching fathers and sons working together, and sometimes (often?) butting heads. [It may be hard to relinquish that sons can have as many good ideas as their parents.] We stopped mid-day for Italian Sunday dinner at the folks house, with home-made wine, chicken parmigiana, pasta and great company-the staple of that family for decades. Mangia! Mangia!.
I am greatly indebted to all of you, and when trying to thank them, their reply was...."That's how we roll."
"Vorrei dire qualcosa di simile come"
"Thank you from the bottom of my heart"