Well, Granddaddy and Grandmother came up for a visit.  They got here last Friday, and brought MY rocking horse with them.  Granddaddy added a HUGE bolt to it, and said that neck should never move again, and that's a good thing, because I have been riding it like I'm one of those bandits heading for Mexico in the movies.  I've also made really clear that no one else gets to ride MY rocking horse.
Granddaddy says it's held up pretty good to be almost 29 years old now.  And that it oughta last another 29 years.  Who know, Momma says, maybe I might give it to my little girl one of these days.