About Mr. Jack, LLC Sherrie & Jack Trenor

When my wife and I were discussing whether to purchase a motor home or not, we found ourselves at very distant odds. She was against it and I was for it. That discussion has gone on for 42 years. So, when I bought it a month ago, I did so while she raised one eyebrow, pursed her lips, and glared at me over the rim of her Paula Dean designer glasses. We live in Nashville. I flew to Orlando – by myself - to pick it up. I drove it home and she was waiting for me outside on the sidewalk, hands on her hips, wagging her head from side to side. I parked it. She came onboard for a tour. Ha! That tour was hardly a cursory glance and lasted about 30 seconds. She was done. It was MY motor home, not hers. Over the course of the next week, she helped me clean it from stem to stern. We had quite a bit of time in very close quarters. We talked about this and that, as longtime married couples do. We began to talk about names for the RV. Both of us were thinking the same thing, but neither would say it. A day or so later, we again talked about naming it. She stopped what she was doing. I stopped what I was doing. We looked at each other and at the same time blurted out, "Divorce Court." We looked at each other for, oh, about half a second. She got a twinkle in her eye, as did I. Her lips curled in a slight smile, as did mine. And then we both burst out into laughter. She is a homebody, perfectly content to stay home and… this is the truth… a day of relaxation to her is… cleaning the house. I don’t mean just dusting and running the vacuum and mopping the floors. She pulls out the fridge… cleans behind it; pulls out the stove… cleans behind it. The same for the washer and dryer. The furniture gets rearranged… just so she can clean behind it. I love coming home… at least I hope it’s my home. It looks the same from the outside, but… why does everything look different inside? Oh yeah, because my wife has been home “relaxing.” In addition to all of that relaxing, I can usually smell a pot of stew on the stove and freshly baked pie, cake or cookies. Me? That is not my cup of tea, by any means. I’m sort of clean and sort of messy. I like to organize. Let me translate that: I like to put things in stacks of chores or duties that I will get to someday. If “someday” doesn’t get here in about six months or so, those stacks mysteriously disappear, and I never miss ‘em. My idea of relaxing is to climb the next hill, see what’s around the curve, hike the trail, chase the squirrel or was it a butterfly? Doesn’t matter. I’ve got dragons to slay and my damsel to rescue! With so many differences, how have we made it work for 42 years? Love and commitment. We love each other – most of the time – very deeply. Commitment, I think this takes precedence over love, because during those times when we don’t love each other so much, we make a conscious effort to remember the vows that we made when we were young… you know the ones, the old fashioned vows. The preacher says, “Marriage is a most honorable estate, created and instituted by God, signifying unto us the mystical union, which also rests between Christ and the Church.” And then, we vowed (committed) to love, honor cherish and protect each other until I buy a motor home. Nah! Forever, Baby. This is the real deal!