The title of this first short article was one of my Dad’s favorite sayings. He was one of the most intelligent men I’ve ever met, a fact I’m only beginning to fully appreciate, sadly, over 20 years after his passing. He was interested in everything, and it’s a trait he seems to have gifted me with, too.
A farm boy, he never attended college (increasingly, I consider this an advantage today), and got his GED in his 70’s. He had more hands-on, down to earth know-how that he could actually get out to his fingertips than any PhD I’ve ever run into, and a deep, working faith in Christ that puts my own to shame.
This little project is as much for my own benefit as for anyone’s, but I sincerely hope it is of help to someone. An extension of my personal journal, the rambling on these pages is meant primarily to help jog my few remaining Lyme-damaged memory cells <grin>.
It’s also an attempt to get some of my life experiences down in black and white before I join Dad in Glory. He possessed so much practical information, learned in ‘the school of hard knocks’ (another one of his favorites), with him when he left, it has motivated me to share my bit of acquired knowledge while I can.
Don’t take anything on these pages too seriously, and we’ll see where this takes us. (Two things I’ve learned during my 50’s have been not to hold anything too tightly nor take myself too seriously)