I called and talked to my parents today. Their new pole barn/garage is finished, but it seems that the contractor sort of put it up on stilts, so much so that, according to my dad, "a woodchuck can run in without touching his hairs", and "you could crawl in on your belly if you wanted."
Some other gems from the conversation:
Getting in his jab about me traveling:
"We're watchin' Oprah. Why don't you go back to singin' Enchilada or whatever you do down there?" (And then he turned up the TV and I distinctly heard, not Oprah, but Judge Judy talking.)