Debbie had the report on the charity home building project. It was doing well.
Terrell's crew at the hotel was coming along and should finish the remodel before fall. The new clinic was in operation with the USF medical school operating it. That part of S&S was working. People were being helped and even more would be helped as the hotel was completed. Sue's training program was attracting many of the people we wanted to assist. If we could expand that to men, we would be performing an even more valuable community service.
Tiny had a massive business plan from Tim for the school. It was complete with mini-blueprints of the proposed building. He had a drawing of the building, as well as drawings of a couple of the classrooms. Tim had worked hard before proposing the plan. Tiny looked at me and said, "Give the go ahead and we'll get this started. Tim did his homework on this. Here is the list of the other trade schools in town and their curriculum. They appear to be full, so there is a need for more classrooms, plus we are going to use this as a way to help the community too. This should work, plus pay for itself."
"Do it, Tiny, make it happen. What about the cart plant and store? Do you have any plans on the expansion there yet?"
"Here, Steve," Tiny said, as he pulled out a blueprint that showed the old and the proposed new. Terrell says he should be able to do the plant expansion in two weeks, but would take close to a month before the maintenance booth area could be complete. He's struggling to keep up with his labor demand. You really have him humping out there."
"Tiny, I'm concerned that Sue is going to need about half again as much manufacturing space as she has now. Can you have a study made to see if we could build two more buildings like the original four and still have space for the school? We would also need to know if the cafeteria and day care center is large enough to handle that many more people. I think we will need to plan on the expansion."
"I'll do that; now let's go see Mr. Burns and his T-shirt and embroidery company."
We walked the two blocks to a large modern building that was obviously two floors. Once inside the door we were greeted by a receptionist who made a call. An older couple came out to the lobby. Tiny made the introductions, "Mr. and Mrs. Burns, this is Steve Sharp, Steve, the Burns."
After the handshakes, Mr. Burns said to call him Sid. Mrs. Burns said for us to call her Hildie. They took us on a tour of the building. The place was clean, but stark. The walls were still the grey concrete, never having been painted. The concrete floors had never been sealed, so small particles of concrete were scraped up as you walked. The lighting was not quite bright enough to easily see your work.
The floors were divided into two distinct sides. On the first floor, one side made nothing but T-shirts. They had huge rolls of material that was laid on a cutting table to be cut into pieces for T-shirts. There were rows of seamstresses that were putting the T-shirts together. I did notice they had barrels that seconds were being tossed into. That needed to stop.
The other side of the first floor was dedicated to making knit golf shirts. It was the same, with large rolls of material and rows of seamstresses. There were not as many barrels for seconds in this area but there were still some.
Upstairs one side was dedicated to screen printing T-shirts. This area had horrible fumes everywhere. The place really needed better ventilation. It was not well lit here either.
The other side upstairs was where the embroidery was done. There were probably fifty women working on various patches for uniforms and sports functions. The machines were computerized and did the work, but it did require a trained person to keep the machines working.
The Burns took us downstairs to a small dimly lit conference room. Mr. Burns had his proposal to sell the business prepared for us. Tiny took out his file and handed me his appraisal and estimate of what he had considered basic improvements.
I asked Mr. Burns if he had a P&L for the last four quarters to see the flow of business. He produced that and I compared it to Tiny's estimates. The numbers were close. What he was asking was within Tiny's appraisal, but I was thinking it was going to require a lot more money to improve the plant than what Tiny had estimated.
"Mr. Burns," I asked, "have you had many complaints for poor lighting over the years?"
"Employees always want more light. It's good enough to work in and meets OSHA minimum standards. They check often enough."
I asked then, "How about the fumes up in the screen printing area? Has that been a problem?"
"OSHA has given me two warning notices for that but I just ignore them. This is a business and we need to make a profit, it's not a day care center or health resort for employees."
"Have you had any offers for your business since it has been for sale this last year?" Knowing from Tiny that he had a lot of inquiries.
"We've had dozens and dozens of people such as yourself come through the plant. So far you're the only one who has come back for a second look. Your man made a pretty thorough check of the books and went over the operation very closely. Are you really interested or just looking."
I began, "I'm a serious buyer, Mr. and Mrs. Burns, but I feel that before I can make the plant profitable for me, I would have to spend quite a bit to bring the building up to my operating standards. Would you have a few minutes to come look at my manufacturing facilities?"
The couple looked at each other then he said, "Where is your factory?"
Smiling I said, "Just down the street, S&S Enterprises."
"You mean the place where they make those fancy truck bodies?" Mr. Burns asked.
"That's one of my shops but I want to show you my original shop to give you an idea of how I like my shops."
They agreed to walk down to our main place. Walking in the showroom is always interesting. Julie, the receptionist stood up and said welcome to S&S Enterprises. I told Julie it was just Tiny and me with some visitors. We walked through the showroom into the shop, stopping to observe the men working in the frame area. It was bright and still looked clean with hardly any welding dust yet on the white floor.
We walked through the sheet metal forming area noting the same bright area with clean white floors. The next area is always a surprise. When you see the teams working on racing engines as if they were performing surgery, you can see the pride in their work. The place was near spotless, with nothing lying around. We walked back across the shop to the rebuild area to find machines in various stages of being torn down and some being put back together. In all cases, the areas only had today's dirt. I took them across the orderly yard into the super lift department. All of the machines there were in the process of being finished, so the floor was spotless and the machines shined. It was very impressive. Next door in the fiberglass shop, Jeff's men were pulling panels from molds before they began grinding and smoothing them. The place looked nice.
I mentioned, "Every night before my men go home, they spend from fifteen minutes up to a half hour making sure their work areas are clean and neat. When they come to work in the morning, they come in to a clean shop that they are happy to come to. Can you see why I would question your lighting, Sid?"
We were walking back to his business when Mrs. Burns asked, "Is this business as clean as the other?"
Tiny said, "It had better be. We pride ourselves in having a great workplace. Let's take a look."
We walked through the little showroom then into the plant. Men were in little work groups, putting bodies together. Once again the place was brightly lit with the white walls and floors clean except for today's dirt. Every workspace had a smaller S&S logo in the middle of the space. I wonder whose idea that was. The men all waved and smiled at us, but kept right on working.
The four of us walked back to the T-shirt plant's little conference room. As soon as we sat down, Mrs. Burns said, "You have a wonderful place for your people to work. Sid has never felt it important to make it very comfortable for employees. If our place were fixed up like that, I'll bet it would sell right away."
Before Tiny and I could say anything, Mr. Burns asked, "What do you think it would take to bring this up to your standards?"
Tiny looked at me then said, "My original estimate for lighting, painting, and ventilation was for this amount." Tiny showed Mr. Burns a sheet of paper with the listed improvements and costs. "Steve, thinks I'm low by at least a third."
Mr. Burns said, "I want to sell. I want to do it now and you seem interested. If you will pay me my asking price less one and half times your estimate to bring the building up to your standard, we can make a deal."
I nodded, "It's a deal. Do you want my lawyer to make up the paperwork or will you have your legal person prepare it for mine to look over? Since this is partly a real estate transaction, we'll order a survey, appraisal, and title search."
"What do you need an appraisal for? Do you have to borrow a lot of money?"
"No sir, the appraisal is to make sure when they reassess the property for taxes, I need to know a baseline to be sure the assessment is accurate."
"Very smart, young man, very smart," Mr. Burns said. "I will have my attorney make up the papers and we can get this done. Do I have him talk to you, ah, Tiny?"
Tiny said, "I'll be the contact man for right now. I will have one of my people come over to begin interviewing your employees so we can integrate them into our employee benefit plans. If you have any illegal immigrants, have them tell us so we can help them with legal papers and a legal work permit."
Tiny and I both saw the look pass between the Burns. There would be a problem with illegals.
We left with some handshakes and on the way back Tiny said, "Guys like that could make a lot more money if they didn't run sweat shops. You know he's hiring cheap labor and giving himself an under the table bonus with what he says he's paying the men. He knows that they will never tell the IRS."
I answered with, "If we want the joint, we have to clean it up physically, as well as the employees. That's what lawyers are far. Let them fix it up."
As we reached the shop, Tiny said, "This might be a place for Henry to start. Then again, perhaps one of my grunts should begin cleaning it up first. Northern people may not understand how much of a problem this is."
We went upstairs and told Ruth about the need to have one of her assistants begin work with the employees of the new acquisition. Tiny said, "Better make it a Spanish speaking assistant. We're going to have an illegal immigrant problem there. Make sure we verify all of the social security and work permit numbers."
Ruth said, "No problem, I'm getting used to it. The more we hire, the more it comes up."
Tiny went down to tell Phil we were in the T-shirt business. Phil asked immediately, "What kind, what do we ask for the printing, do we sell by the dozen or the gross. Do you have any idea of the production yet?"
I had to say it, "Tiny, don't tell him we have something when we don't yet. You get his hopes up that he has something new to give his men. He's got Ryan out there hiring field techs just to build up his sales as it is."
Phil said, "Did you see Chicago's numbers for last week. They are really picking up since the men from there have been rotating through our place down here."
"Okay, guys," I said, "I have a lunch appointment so I'll see you all later."
I drove home to keep my appointment with my two ladies. Mercy and Sue, with Juanita's help, had lunch ready for everyone. Martin was in good spirits, which made Glenda feel good. Martin had talked with another park resident he knew to do the trimming and grass cutting for a while. He said he would still go around to see the folks that always needed help with repairs. Sue said for me to get him a golf cart. Juanita said that he should use hers during the day, as she didn't need it if she were here.
After lunch, the ladies and I were getting ready to go to the gym. We would return to gather Glenda to go to the pool. Juanita asked, "Do you do that everyday? How long do you go?"
Sue said we go to the gym for about an hour to an hour and a half, then we go up to the pool for sun for a half hour and to swim for about fifteen minutes. Juanita asked if she could go with us. Mercy smiled and said for her to join us. Juanita went inside to ask Hanna if she wanted to go to the gym with us. Hanna said that she usually stayed with the little ones while we went.
Nelda was sitting finishing her lunch and said, "You young people go to the gym. Ernie and I can handle the little ones for an hour or so. They'll sleep most of the time anyway."
The five of us went to the gym, returned to put on a swimsuit, and to take Glenda with us to the pool. It was fun to help spread lotion on some new ladies. Hanna was working on getting back to her original size, but was going to take a while getting there. The once small, little, flat-chested, girl was now very plump with very large milk-filled breasts. She was cute in one of Sue's Big Girls swimsuits.
The two-hour lunch break is always nice. I took Juanita's cart up to see if the new homes were in place yet. They were both setup and Terrell's men were putting up patio covers. I needed to go to Home Depot to get a couple plastic sheds and get them installed. My family should be happy here. I hoped so.
I drove over to see Terrell at the last of Sue's four buildings being built. Darnel was still acting as the job foreman, making sure quality was being maintained throughout the construction. Terrell said the contractor was over at the cart shop with a survey crew to begin the expansion there. The contractor would go back to the little shopping plaza as soon as the expansion was started. He would then control both.
Up in the housing area, five home sites were being readied for a concrete pad. There was a lot going on. The sports complex was staked out, with some tree removal going on. It was too bad they couldn't just uproot those big trees and replant them. It would be difficult, if not impossible to do, or at least very expensive, so it wasn't an option.
I went home with the cart, to find that Sue was at her original plant with Betty and Joan, working on the production start of a new design. Mercy handed me a glass of tea and said, "Everything is running pretty smooth, isn't it? We should take a little vacation with Ben and Beth either down to the Keys or to Costa Rica."
"Do you know where they are?" I asked.
"No, but you can always get Ben on his cell phone, unless he's in the air. I've seen Sue call him down in the islands and in Costa Rica often."
I dialed Ben's number and he answered almost immediately with, "Hi, Steve, what can I do for you?"
I said, "Just wondering where you were. Mercy thought we might all come visit you if you are in the Keys or down in Costa Rica."
"That would be great, Steve," Ben said. "Beth was just saying it was too bad you kids weren't down here with us for a couple of days. We're going back up for the weekend, so come on down."
"Where is the airport from where you are?" I asked.
"Close. Just up route one, or uno down here. Call me when you get in and I'll come get you or you can rent a car and follow me back."
Ben hesitated a second, "Say, could you fly us back to the States with you? That would save us airfare; I'll help with the fuel if you can."
"I don't think it's a problem, there's plenty of room unless you have too much luggage," I said.
Ben replied, "No, we bring very little. We have clothes down here. As soon as you know you're coming, call me."
I called out to the air park to ask John if there was anything I should know about flying into Costa Rica. He said, not really, but I might want to have an experienced overseas pilot take me the first time. When I asked him if he knew anyone he laughed, "I'm an experienced overseas pilot. Want to hire me?"
"Good deal, John, you're hired, when can you be ready. We're probably staying down there through Friday."
"Perfect," said John, "there are a couple of senoritas I know down there that I'd love to visit with."
I said, "I'll call you right back, I need to call Sue."
I called Sue's cell and found that she was getting into her Mustang on the way home. I asked her if she was up for a trip to see her Mom in Costa Rica and she squealed. "I'll be right home. Have Mercy start packing our swimsuits and shorts. I'll put Stevie's stuff together. Warm up the plane."
I called John back, then called Ben to tell him we would be leaving in an hour or so. I could hear Beth in the background saying they had to get some food and American beer. Ben reminded me that we needed our passports.
I called Tiny and told him to enjoy himself for a couple of days, as I would be back on Friday. I also asked him to order, and have the sheds set up, for the two new homes.
I packed a small suitcase, then helped Mercy and Sue put everything together. We took my pickup to the Aero Park to find the plane already at the ops building.
John showed Sue and me the flight plan that you filed to fly overseas. We had to notify various agencies so local customs inspectors could meet us when we landed. He confirmed that we had our passports then we loaded up. I noticed that the rear area where the seat that made into a potty had a curtain over it. John said he did that when he flew long distances with women. They were more comfortable that way.
We flew to Key West, refueled, went potty, then took off for a long flight. It was kind of scary to fly over such a huge expanse of water. This was a long flight for a little plane. We were going to Puerto Limon, which is a larger city on the east coast of Costa Rica. We would have to fly over Guatemala, Honduras, and Nicaragua, so the flight plan included permission for the airspace there. Our first stop would be Merida, Mexico, where we would refuel, then on down to Costa Rica.
Thank goodness we had packed a bunch of sandwiches, water, soda, and coffee as it was a long way. While in Mexico, they didn't want us to leave the plane, so we couldn't use the restroom there. An agent did a quick check of our baggage compartment and let us go.
By the time we landed in Puerto Limon, we were all butt weary. Even little Steve was a little restless, as he had spent too much time in his car seat. The girls had let him scoot around on the floor but felt more comfortable if he was strapped in.
I called Ben when we landed and told him to come and get us as we were all tired. John said he would call my cell phone to let me know where he was but he said he would make sure the plane was serviced and ready by Thursday. It took a while for us to clear customs, but Ben seemed to know the people at the airport and we glided through.
Sue, Mercy, Stevie, and I were happy to arrive at Ben and Beth's condo. It was large and very well furnished. They even had a live-in maid and a day maid that helped clean. Nothing like living high on the hog down here.
After cleaning up and eating, we were ready to crash. We were all very tired.
The next three days were fun. We went to the beaches, went up into the mountains and ate some interesting native food. I couldn't believe all of the US citizens that were living down there. Most of them lived there permanently and only went back to the States for Christmas or other holidays.
Friday morning we cleared customs, had the plane inspected, and made ready to leave. John and I did the preflight then seated every one with the safety talk on the little cards. John had me sit in the left seat, we went through the startup procedures, and went through the checklist. Once done, I called for clearance and was directed to the active runway. Takeoff was smooth, as was the landing at Merida, Mexico. Once again, the inspectors wouldn't let us use the restrooms there, but said we could pee on the tarmac if we wanted while we refueled. John rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.
We flew through to Fort Lauderdale as Key West had an emergency and Miami was stacked up. While we refueled, we cleared customs by letting them go through our luggage and have a dog sniff the plane. An hour later, we were landing at the Aero Park. For some reason, I was nearly as tired as I was going down. It was only three in the afternoon, so we headed to the house to have a snack and a beer.
Friday can be fun at the house. I knew something was up as the big tent was up and the caterer was busily putting out plates and utensils. Sue went to find Hanna to see if she knew what was going on, but she didn't. I called Tiny and he said to wait, as tonight would be fun.
While we were unwinding and shooting a game of pool, Ben said that he thought he would take Beth home and clean up as they were a little tired from the flight. Beth didn't want to stay for one of our company parties either, so they left.
I took a shower and was watching the news when a golf cart came to the house with Dennis and Tina riding in it. Tina came running onto the patio and jumped into my arms. "Uncle Steve, you're here, we're so happy you came back. We got in late last night and have been busy all day unpacking."
"Take a breath, Tina, I'm not going anywhere," I said. "We should go see your Mom then, and say hi."
"I wouldn't go over there, Uncle Steve, she told us to leave and not come back till later, as she was trying to unpack. She has Juanita, Nelda, and Glenda over there right now. Uncle Henry and Aunt Nancy are supposed to be in soon, and Mom wants to get done so they can help them. Mom's all upset because Tiny said they needed to come here for a party later."
"I'll go say hi and tell her she doesn't have to come. Where's your dad, is he at the house?"
"Crystal took him to work this morning and we haven't seen him since. That girl is really big, isn't she? " Tina said.
"You know you guys can stay here a couple of days while you get settled."
"We stayed last night, but Mom wants to get in her new home. She's really excited about being down here."
"We went to the school today to sign up and they said for us to start Monday," Dennis said. "The high school bus comes by up by the recreation center in the morning. We're going to ride the bus with some of the kids we've already met. When they get out of school a couple of the kids are supposed to come over here so we can play pool. Is that all right?"
"That's fine, guys, I'm going to go see your mom. One caution, no booze. There is soda, water, and milk in the kitchen, but absolutely no booze. I'll call Crystal to let your dad go early so he can help your mom. I'm going to take your cart for a minute. I'll be right back."
When I pulled up to my sister's trailer, I was greeted with a hug and kiss much different than I had expected. Susan was really happy, "Thank you for all these new friends. I'm almost completely unpacked. These wonderful people have all the furniture in place, the beds made, the drawers and cabinets washed and lined and all the dishes in them. It's wonderful, Steve, just wonderful."
"You know you could have stayed at the house for a couple of days while you moved in."
"I wanted to get into my new place so I could get started on my new life in Florida. It's not that I don't like to be around you, but I wanted our own place. I'm going to be able to come to your nutty Friday party too if my husband ever comes home. That huge, crazy, big lady hauled him off this morning and I've not seen him since. She wouldn't take off with him, would she?"
I said to Susan, "I called Crystal and she's bringing him back as we speak. She just became involved in showing him what she wanted him to do for her."
A Chevrolet Suburban, pulling a little Honda Civic, came driving up leading a moving van. Henry was driving the Suburban, with Nancy riding shotgun. He pulled down the road then directed the van to back in next to the new house.
Crystal pulled up in a new white cart with S&S on it. While Kevin got out to hug his wife, Susan, Crystal made a beeline for Henry and Nancy. They all hugged then Nancy began directing the movers as where stuff went.
I told Henry that he was to stay at our house tonight so he didn't have to worry about unpacking right away. He said they were going to stay at Crystal's, but thank you anyway, and they would be at the Friday party she told them about.
Glenda came out smiling saying they were done. Nelda said her place was just down the street so she would walk back. Juanita said her house was just across the street but she would come to our party tonight as it sounded like fun. Susan told me to send the kids back so they could clean up before the party.
Glenda and I rode back while she told me how happy she was for me to have my family here. She said that Martin was getting stronger every day and that the doctor said his heart wasn't damaged badly from the attack.
When we got to the patio, I told the kids their mother said to come home as she was done unpacking. They both said goody and took off in the cart. I was going to have to get a couple of carts for Sue and me since everyone was getting scattered around.
Tiny and Phil were already having a drink with Ruth and Judy. It was unusual for them to take off early on Friday before all the numbers are in.
The beer driver came and changed the keg in the fridge and put a fresh keg out in the tent. He put a spare keg wrapped in ice in the shed, had a glass with us, and drove off with his usual tip.
The closer it came to five, the more people that showed up. This was going to be an early party. Ryan and Michelle showed up in casual clothes, indicating they had been back long enough to change. Ryan said they were landing as I was driving away from the Aero Park.
By six, the place was a mad house. It looked like every person from S&S was there, along with a bunch of Sue's people. Tiny made me note that there was a large contingent from the new T-shirt factory. He said that the immigrants in question were only about a third of the employees, so it wasn't a hopeless situation. When they had heard that it was Sue's company too, all of the illegals fessed up to their status, knowing we were going to make an effort for them.
Around seven, Tiny plugged a microphone into an outlet on the bar that broadcast inside and outside and said for everyone to get as near as they could.
Tiny began, "This has been a busy week. Your boss started an educational facility that has been granted state and federal funds to assist in training and educating the unemployed. It's not built yet and is already turning a profit. Then on Monday he decided to buy a T-shirt factory. We have over a hundred new employees from that new place. We will be manufacturing all of our own T-shirts now, plus we may have some production time left over to make some for other companies.
"The boss decided to become nepotistic and hired his brother, so I could have another accountant, and he hired his brother-in-law to help Crystal in the truck and RV business. If you wonder why that is such a great deal, it's because he was able to garner two experienced people to help our company.
"Now the kicker, Steve took off to visit a relative and stopped in Key West and in Mexico with his plane that advertises S&S Enterprises. In Key West, Steve was parked next to a plane owned by a Saudi prince. The prince recognized our logo and called Phil about a quote our man in the Middle East had made. The result was a nice little thirty-eight million dollar order.
"While his plane was parked getting fuel in Mexico, a Mexican official saw the plane, recognized the logo and called Phil. It seems Phil had bid on several different contracts with the Mexican government that were all past due for acceptance or rejection. Because the guy recognized our logo, he called and faxed about a hundred and fifty million in orders.
"On the way back, Steve landed in Fort Lauderdale to get fuel and again, an important person recognized the logo. The governor called our office and asked about the school that Tim had applied for a grant for. Tim talked to the governor for almost an hour then we were faxed by the governor's office and advised of the grants. This isn't our biggest week ever but it sure is a big one.
"What do you think? Should we put Steve in his plane and send him all over the U.S. and South America to advertise and drum up business?"
Throughout the talk there had been sporadic cheering and clapping but it became deafening with yells of "Send him." "Get him on the road." "Get him a bigger plane."
Tiny handed me the microphone. "Some people tell me how lucky I am, but I have to tell you that I had Sue, my good luck charm, with me. Together we are very lucky. I have to tell you about the education center, it was all Tim's idea. All I did was push the buttons that made it begin to happen."
"I also have to tell you about the T-shirt factory. That was all Tiny. All I did was go along with what he recommended. The place will be a great place to work when we get it cleaned up. Like I said though, that deal was all Tiny's."
"Thank you for coming out this evening to welcome my family into our midst. We've spent too many years without being together and now we are all together. You'll meet all of them in time. Enjoy them the same as I will."
Tiny took back the microphone and said, "Don't believe all that bull. Steve made the deal happen at the T-shirt factory and made the deal happen at the education center. And he is directly responsible for helping to get those orders. Give him a hand."
There was more hollering and applause.
Tiny held up his hand and said, "There are a couple of things I want to say to the employees and fellow owners of S&S. Steve began a bunch of charitable groups a little while ago, and we, as forty percent owners of S&S, have agreed to assist in funding the Florida hotel project. We have also contributed to the health clinic. Anyone who wishes to volunteer to help with the Habitat for Humanity project, please sign up with your area supervisor. We can always use an extra hammer and saw. That's it for tonight, have a great time, eat a lot, and let us take you home if you drink a lot."
Henry and Nancy said that they were really excited to be down here and to be working for me. I corrected Henry, "Working with me, not for me." I got a handshake from Henry and a big smooch from Nancy.
Susan was hanging all over me until Kevin finally came over and rescued me from her. They were really tired and a little tipsy, so they gathered their two kids and left for home.
Surprisingly, the place began clearing out early this night. By nine thirty the caterer was cleaning up. He commented that the group was exceptionally thirsty tonight as the keg in the tent was dead and the keg in the fridge had been changed. He loaded up a couple trays of sandwich materials for the house and bar then took off.
Ten on Friday night and Phil, Tiny, and I were sitting relaxing on the patio. Jim, Charlie, and Hank rode in and came to visit and drink a beer. Everyone was pretty mellow, we lasted till ten thirty then we all headed home and inside for the night. Sue and Mercy were already in bed, almost asleep, when I slid in between them. A couple of kisses later and we were all asleep.
This closes the first part of Vacation Two. Steve's family is with him now. He's gained new friends with many, including Dewey and Sheila, Ernie and Nelda, and many more. The business park is almost completely built and the original buildings are already being expanded. New businesses have been bought and started. The community give back programs are in progress, and the new sports center is almost complete. This separation is made as the writing style or content is changing a little. Part two of Vacation Two begins with Chapter Thirty-two.