My grandfather had quite the sweet tooth. In his later years he was told he could not have candy to cut back on his weight gain; so he began hiding it, everywhere. The funny thing was, he did not take much care when he hid it. My grandma could not go about her everyday tasks without finding a chocolate bar or a pack of gummies. One time I heard her yelling at him for finding melted chocolate in the ceiling light fixture. Amongst the cousins, it became a game to seek out Pop’s stashes. When we would find one of his candies and tell him, he would plead he knew nothing about it, followed by a sly wink of approval. This shed is a nod to an old man’s sweet tooth and all his half-baked hiding spots.