This is the "ancient" pavilion (as it's called in the assembly instructions) we erected on Independence Day. As far as I can tell, there's nothing ancient about it. I figure the adjective is a nifty marketing ploy aimed at folks who want to impress their neighbors when talking about home improvements.

Neighbor #1: (peeking over the backyard fence) Heigh-dee-ho, good neighbor. How would you like to join me for a glass of pinot noir in my ancient pavilion?
Neighbor #2: (gets up from a patio chair and walks over to the fence) Hey there, Wilson. You have an ancient pavilion?
Wilson: Why, yes I do, Tim. I acquired it while on an archeological expedition in Turkey.
Tim: Wow! I'm impressed! Really?
Wilson: No. I bought it at Target.
Tim: In Turkey?
Wilson: No.
Tim: Oh. Well, I'll still have a glass of that peanut nur if it's all the same. Let me put on some pants and I'll be right over.

Thankfully, unlike that old show, the backyard fence is too tall for anybody to peek over and have those types of exchanges. Of course, if Wilson lived next door, I might lower a panel because one can never have too many pearls of wisdom, bits of trivia or memorable quotes.