A Grapple A Day

While I was in High School, my father took a post-retirement job at the very same school, as a handy man. I was horrified because all my friends thought my dad was a garbage man. In reality he was a highly skilled tool and die man who just happened to be able to fix anything and loved working with his hands, and so the school really loved him. I wish I was more knowledgeable back then...perhaps I wouldn't have been embarrassed and driven to hide whenever he walked by me in the hallway. So, I still sometimes feel bad about that.