My father-in-law is quite the handyman. He has every tool known to man and his garage is an impressive workshop. A few years ago he moved from Ohio to Colorado. In the process he completely dismantled his workshop and put it all into boxes. When he arrived at his new home he called me and asked me to come over and help him set up his new shop. I got there early in the morning and we stood in front of his garage as he hit the button to raise the automatic door. As the door ascended a wall of boxes was slowly revealed. I m not exaggerating when I say that these boxes filled the garage front to back, floor to ceiling, and side to side. When the door rattled to a stop, my father-in-law and I stood there, hands in pockets, staring at the wall of boxes. I seriously thought I was going to throw up. After what seemed like an eternity of silence (my father-in-law is a man of few words) I looked over at him with tears in my eyes and whimpered an unintelligible sentence meant to ask, “How the heck are we going to do this?”, but that came out more like, “Wha&how&a&huh&whimper&whimper…moan?”. He slowly turned his head my way and calmly replied, “One box at a time Rob, one box at a time.” and he grabbed a box and handed it to me. It took us two days, but you should see how cool his workshop is now.

Rob Unger

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– Rob Unger