Bill's Musings

This year, my father turned 82. A milestone to be sure, it’s an age that none of us ever really gave much thought about in our family. He’s a tough son-of-a-gun, and has worked hard all of his life. A man that never said ‘no’ to anyone, he has always tried to help out as much he can.

I owe him a lot. He trained me to be the man I am today. Not just work-wise. He is the ‘Dad’ of dads. I pattern my fathering after him. I do this so that if my kids think I’m being weird, then I can just blame grandpa.

I was fortunate to work full-time with my dad for over twenty years. We did so many jobs together it would take two books to write about them all. During this time, we laughed an awful lot, cried a few times, and hurt ourselves…