on a father's gift to his son

and the joy of messing with levels

My dad went up to visit Skippy’s new cabin yesterday.

He went straight for the tool shed.

Skippy had just finished organizing and hanging all of his hand tools on a wall. Everything had its place and everything was in it - exactly where it belonged.

He went so far as to have drawn little pictures on the pegboard so he’d remember where to put them.

Nice pegboard Skippy, said my dad as he picked up two levels and switched their places.

It’s not just Jimmy - where do you think he learned how to be such an arse? He comes by it honestly.

Honestly?

I couldn’t have been more proud.

Today I was sorting through stuff. Surfing stuff. Mask stuff. The props from the show I used to do.

When I used the surfing stuff?

I was a surfer.

When I played with masks? An arts Educator.

The props?

I was a family entertainer.

Those were things I learned.

Those were things that today I started to pare down and leave behind.

On thing I’ve always been?

Well,

I’ve always been crazy about bikes.

(I’ll tell you more about that later)

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