I got all melancholy today.

[davischevy]

I grew up in construction, my dad was a homebuilder, and then I worked with my dad for nine years before he retired in 1980. He passed away four years ago this July.

My dad was a hard man, not touchy feely. He had five Bronze Stars and a Purple Heart from WWII. Very few soldiers survived to receive five Bronze Stars.

He pushed me hard, and man did we have some arguments, but looking back, I was spoiled.

After he retired, we still built cars and trucks for another fifteen years or so.

In 1984 I bought this one ton van for a job van to store tools and supplies. It was good storage and really good advertising. I didn't have a pot to pee in at the time so my dad and I painted the thing our selves and I put it to work.

We haven't used it in a while and today I decided to take it the recycler.

I never thought too much about it until I was chaining it down and it hit me. I started thinking about the three or four days back in 1984 we worked together painting it. I have been bouncing back and forth between chuckles and tears all afternoon.

I'm very fortunate.