Don’t get me wrong…I love tools!
It’s a guy thing.
I love what tools can do!
I have many inscrutable tools in a black cabinet with tiny drawers that my sons gave me on father’s day. Certainly fathers should know what to do with all this stuff! It’s endemic or innate to fatherhood…
I just don’t always know, personally, as a challenged father and senior male, how to hold them in the proper aspect and what to do with them in the appropriate instance.
I understand torque…it’s a dance favored by Miley Cyris…but what do I do with a torque wrench? (torque wench?)
We have lots of ball-peen hammers around. Invariably, they are the wrong hammer for the job. I have struggled to pull out a nail with a ball-peen hammer.
And who was Phillips with his obstinate screws? Certainly a Communist, a protégé of the Metric System fomented by dark folks from Rumania.
I was the youngest son in a farm family and my older brothers were favored with tractor work and tools.
They handed me…a hoe.
I’ve always suspected I was an orphan from Puerto Rican origins. No racist inference here. Puerto Ricans have risen in our society while I have not. I admire them.
Some sadistic family member gave me a 750’ row to hoe when I was at an impressionable age. I worked diligently after school and on Saturdays. But the weeds grew up behind me as I plodded along. Friends and loved ones stopped by at the holidays. How’s Mark doing on his row? He’s coming along…he’s coming along… In the end, I sought to escape this punishing and unrewarding nursery industry by majoring in English at The Ohio State University. I guess…however…I’m still there. In my mind…that 750’ row and the weeds will follow me to the end of my days.
But here’s the thing…my oldest brother stopped by to fix a tractor this weekend. He showed me the broken part. A starter? Why is he showing it to me? Surely we can fix it with a torque wrench! A hoe? A Miley Cyris?
I admire his ability to return our ailing Kubota to constructive industry.
Perhaps he can do the same for this aging hermano!!!