About a year and a half ago, I came up with a brilliant idea. My wife worked at home as a journalist, but her home office was located in a cramped little room at the back of our house. It was cold in the winter, hot in the summer, and too close to kids, distractions, and, as she pointed out, me.

We had an old detached garage, however, at the very back of our property. The garage was built somewhere around 1920 to hold a Model T, and while we could get our modern, full-sized family car ...

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