February 2012
1 post
Dad's Big Day
It was in May. I was three and my family was at Rich’s house. Rich was one of those guys who built anything he wanted. His house was big. I was little so this may not have actually been the case. His entire garage was used for building things. As a child I watched him lathe chair legs, table saw things into existence and weld with his mask down while I tried to look at the light for as...