When I was 16 I worked for the YCC - Youth Conservation Corps - an organization set up that year that my local congressman had a part in. At the end of our season of work (in the US Forest Service area in the Cascade Mountains east of our town) there was an open house when reporters were invited to come see how the program was working. 16 kids working two months in the woods. We had various projects we were each assigned and because I didn't speak up for the others I was left with painting and landscaping outhouses in a couple of campgrounds.

The Seattle Times reporter was walking around the area and stopped to talk to a couple of my friends who said "make her take her hardhat off" of me. When I did about four feet of long blond hair tumbled out. That was enough for a story, I think, but when he asked me what my special project had been that summer the Dwyer punster gene kicked in. "I'm on the privy council." And explained about painting and landscaping. . . because of my pun I was the only member of the group who made it into the article.

I've also been in the position of having to move outhouses in National Parks. You dig a new hole a few feet to the side of the existing structure. Then you move the building and fill in the old hole with the new dirt. Outhouses are nothing to scoff at (and they're a lot of work to put up.)