When Irvin “Bunky” Lowrey starts running the train garden in his basement, noise fills the room and the display comes to life. Trains zip by, amusement park rides whirl around and a ski lift zooms up and down a snow-covered mountain. It’s difficult to take in everything after only one viewing.
Bob Harris’ grease-stained hands turned the bolts inside a light blue 1997 Mercury Sable. He wiped the sweat trickling down his face on his dirtied white T-shirt and carefully placed his tools on a wooden table.