I got to live one of my childhood dreams and got to take apart the grandfather clock here. My grandfather's passing has, among other things, meant that repairs around the home could commence full force (noone wanted to do all that stuff while he was here - no reason to make him feel even more lousy and weak). Anyhow, the clock has not run for a very long time, and the getting it going was easy.... 'cept the chains fell off. So I got to dismantle it to put them back on - and now it is ticking away. Most of all, noone seemed to worried about me messing with it, which is nice; handling delicate machines is something that I'm actually very good at (yes, I can be extremely careful - I just don't practice it all the time to avoid OCD). The clock is a lovely machine, and someday I hope I will get to build one from scratch.