Recently, my dad was looking for a new home for the old Knoell family dinner table.
I gladly offered our home. Who wouldn't want a little (well, ridiculously huge) piece of history stored in their home?
It actually fits quite well. Like it was meant to be.
I hid from my mom underneath this table one time... I was 32 years old at the time. It's a funny story. Ask me sometime.
