One of the absloute delights of owning a building more than 50 years old is some of the adventures that go on when trying to do simple things like, reinstalling a door.
Building sag; they go off square, they go off level, and they go off plumb. It's just charming how those things can screw with something made new that is plumb, level and square. You know, like a brand new, custom-made door.
After hours of pushing and sweating and otherwise shoving the old building in directions it didn't really want to go, Karl and David got one of the two doors installed. And that took all day. But it's in and it's solid and it opens the right direction. All is well in the world. (At least until they go do the other door.)