Every night after work and on weekends, Eric worked on building his cabin. It was not on his lot in Waterford Township, but in his own backyard. It was sort of prefab — constructed with cedar, a section at a time. On Sunday afternoons, accompanied by his family, he loaded up his trailer with completed sections and hauled them up to his property. The camp became known as Shaky Cedars. As each wall was placed side by side, the sections soon became a whole.
When we buy a house, we carefully look at the construction. Before approval of a loan, it has to be inspected. But who looks at inspecting a tiny cabin in the woods made out of cedar? In spite of mice and weather, Shaky Cedars still stands after fifty years. Is it because of the materials? Is it because of the construction? No, it's be…