The best part about working with your hands, or standing around pretending to work with your hands, is that it gives you plenty of time to be quiet and introspective.
What it really got me thinking about was yanking apart the Blazer and dropping that '46 Chev body on the frame with my Dad when I was younger. Ok, so maybe I know a bit more about cars then I let on. Sometimes it's just nice not knowing everything, and having someone else in the room be the teacher.
I think that's really my biggest regret in life. I never learned anything important from my parents, even when they felt up to trying to teach me something. They didn't like me enough to try much of the time, and I didn't like them enough to pay attention when they did.
The old man is really sick now, and I don't think there's a lot of time left. I'd like to think that I can gather up all those little pearls of wisdom before it's too late, but the simple truth is that, as always, I've come up just a little short.
On the more positive side, I think I live a life that they are really proud of. I just wish I could be a little happier about it all.
And on a far more positive note, I'd forgotten how much I like Tsunami Bomb.
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