Sunday afternoon in dangerous heat Eugene was building our new porch. He can make or fix so much with tools. When I see him at work it brings up precious memories of my Uncle Ken who was also quite gifted at building and mending. He was a contractor who was appointed inspector because of his integrity and refusal to take bribes. My father prided himself on total ineptitude with tools. He looked down on his brother for not going to college. But Uncle Ken was the one I looked up to.
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