The Fragwell Project

Almost every guy has had a clubhouse of sorts when he was younger. You need a place to hang out with your friends. As you get older and grow, you need more space. Luckily, your resources grow with you.

In 1999, we had our new clubhouse. We called it Fragwell Manor. It was an investment property bought by my mother and adoptive dad. During renovation, my brother, our friends and I used this house as our clubhouse... with running water, a toilet and a big screen TV. We would cook pizzas elsewhere (no oven on-site) and haul them to the house for movie nights. The plan was to eventually host LAN Parties there, but when my half-brother, Rick, started living there, we no longer had the location available.

Flash forward to 2008.

Times have changed a lot. The original Fragwell group has spread out. Some have children of their own--myself included.

Fragwell Manor wasn't just a clubhouse. It was intended to be a place where, like Wonka, some of my dreams become realities and some of my realities become dreams. To spell it out, it was supposed to be a laboratory of sorts.

Now that my wife and I are homeowners, it can finally happen. And, in fact, needs to. My lifetime passion (addiction?) has become my career. I need to take my game to the next level.

Over the next year, Fragwell Manor will be reborn. And it's going to be an interesting journey.

I'll be starting a new blog dedicated to Fragwell progress.