Fixing What's Old
As a modern Renaissance man I like to equate my life to the Renaissance. My forties are not just growing older, they are a re-awakening. An attempt to accomplish things I failed at earlier in life. This can include languages like Spanish, French and German. A certifiable attempt to discover artistic ability of which I have little. Yet each of these is intellectually cerebral. I also count among my failings mechanical ability. Mechanical ability is much more than just dirty hands, it is the ability to problem solve. The other day my son watched me repair something and he told me he was afraid. "Why are you afraid?" I asked. I half expected him to recount some occurrence involving a bully or a deeply introspective fear. "How will I know how to do these things?" He asked, perplexed. I smiled and explained that as we grow into life we have two options. The first is to pay people to do things for us. That reality will either leave us bankrupt or at