This beast is going away.
So we never used it--gorgeous and tattered, impractical.
Back in the day the kids used to use it as a safety zone when being chased by our old dog, Spooner. If he caught them, he'd hump 'em. They ran from swingset to the grill, trying to escape his rowdy, horny clutches.
Thank you, James.
Sometimes the end is the end, and that is that.