Almost. The guy with the custom-fit glass doors for the shower is coming later this week but I'm in trouble. The porcelain floor, the granite sink and the push-button crapper are here and done.
In 1954 my mother took my sister and me to see War of the Worlds starring Gene Barry at the Calderone in Hempstead. The movie had me jumping with fear (it was in color!). The Martians had things like these shower parts spraying humans with green death rays.
I grew up getting sprayed from a nozzle. I spent years in gang showers with athletes and Marines. I was aboard ship catching a 60-second fresh water shower in the middle of the Pacific compliments of our Navy.
But I never wanted to be under the Martian green-ray Death Weapons that I saw in the movies back in 1954.
The bride bought her "dream bathroom" and I'm in with it but I'll be damned if I will just be able to get under some hot spray again to get clean without reading 60 pages of instructions.
