My Father 🔨🙏
“Men of little vice have little virtue.” -Lincoln.
*Dylan Gossett - “Coal”
The Lone Ol’ Cowboy. Burning the candle at both ends and 2 packs a day back then too. Restless 23 rider, and 29 years an outlaw, and yet to find the perfect cup of coffee on the road. But still on the roof earlier than anyone. On a ladder. On the floor. Under the floor. Nimble hands working like geniuses in their own right. More by vice than virtue, son. But Always good spirited and encouraging and giving you the shirt of his back if not still anxious to knock that job out. With everything Flush and Plumb and Square, unlike those guys that suck—God Bless It—He’s seen it too many times. Worldly Affairs. Things maybe no one ever wanted to see. A hammer and a prayer. And when spirits are low, and the rag tag crew is beat down, feeling sorry for there-selves—Murphy lurking—he reaches for a story instead of a tool, and this is somehow 10x more effective than any other fix. Better than any answer for why. Like a song. Like good working music and a second wind, and a 2:00 o’clock Red Bull. In the groove. Okay. Better than expected. By the Grace of God, actually. Now, he’s a teacher of a certain kind. A Guide. Principled. Experienced. And yet: a Child at heart. An Enthusiast. Ready for the adventure if you just so much as give him a yell. An open invitation. A Legend in his own right.