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The Shed in Oxford


Never considered a Man Cave, my retreat is known simply as The Shed, and the meeting place of The ShedHeads. I built it myself, beginning in 1996, with a little help from my wife and son. Salvaged, new and "on permanent loan" materials were used.

The Shed in Oxford



The interior is lined with Amish sawn cedar that I laboriously ship-lapped. There is but one electrical outlet, one woodstove, one kerosene heater, one box fan and three oil lamps. However, it does have wireless internet access, a small but essential connection to the modern world. My wife calls my work and storage area behind The Shed, "Dogpatch USA" but due to clever placement, it is not visible from the windows of our home, thus assuring a pleasant view of our backyard, the location of The Shed.

The Shed in Oxford



To date, it has caught fire only once, an easily handled conflagration, and has not as yet been damaged by a tornado. The Shed has been the setting of a Vienna Sausage taste test, two Processed Food Festivals and what is now known as The Mother of All Baby Showers. I know that might be considered as very unmanly, but we are free thinkers down here in Oxford. You are welcome to join The ShedHeads if you have an open mind, an open bottle and are not allergic to dried goat urine, a compound used in the "you'll laugh, you'll cry, it will become a part of your initiation ceremony."

The Shed in Oxford



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