Going from one career to three, learning a new business, attending night law school...and managing a life at 5,000 miles a minute.

Monday, April 6, 2009
My Grandpa's Work Bench
As a child, I loved to hang around in my grandparents' basement. My grandpa's office was down there. He was a building contractor, and he had his drafting table down there, along with a lot of his tools and supplies. My name was etched all over the inside of the closet door in that basement. That made me proud. I loved the office. Thinking of his office, I think of levelers, knobs, handles, gadgets, and spring plungers, and his other work apparati. I miss my grandpa Pepe very much.
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