March 2010

If Jesus Were Alive, He’d Be Laid Off

My father has worked in construction his entire life. When he was sixteen, he received “The Golden Nail Award” in his high school trade course, which was integrated with the local college, for being the fastest (or perhaps the most skilled, or something like that) with a hammer and nails. Since then he’s worked on countless homes, buildings, restaurants, even theme parks—not to mention some pretty amazing things he’s done at home with some scrap wood he was allowed to take home. We always called him an “industrial artist” rather than a carpenter.