Honest? Being all sentimental and all that...
Going into my dad's workshop back in May of 2002, right after he passed away and sorted through things. My whole entire childhood was in that workshop dating back to the 60's.
Confession: I'm a full grown man, alright? Wife, kids, (now) grandkids, you know what I mean? Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Just as rough and tumble as the next guy... But let me tell you straight from the heart... That moment when you have "flashbacks" to childhood memories with you and your dad (right after he passed away) and you are in his workshop, sorting through things... I won't lie to you. I will tell it like it is: I broke down and bawled like a little girl.
