When I first got into tabletop gaming, I assembled and painted a lot of spaceships. After a little while I got tired of the bases snapping off, and so I went to rebase everything on barrel clasps. While effective, this was hard to do by hand. Fortunately, my father had a rather well equipped tool shop, and I often spent weekends working on my models with his drill press. Ream out the old snapped off base, then set in a new barrel clasp. I did it so much I jokingly said his house was like a shipyard for me.
Years later, when I decided to start working on my books, I decided to make that a little more official, and so Dollarton Proxima Shipyards was born. A little tribute to a bit of my childhood.