Thanks for the help Dad.

Thanks for the help Dad.

Anyone that knows my Dad knows that he is no doubt the hardest working man you’ll ever run across.  I guess when your formative years are spent in Italy, as a shepherd boy working on a farm, it tends to have an influence on who you become.  Let’s just say the word “work” isn’t in his vocabulary.  I can’t tell you how many times I heard, “Son, don’t think of it as work and, before you know it, it’ll be done.”  So when my parents said they were going to come visit us in New York City during my busy season, I knew that my Dad had giving me a hand as his idea of a vacation.  Hey, he was offering so I was accepting.  Plus it gave us some time to connect since he’s in Cleveland and I’m in NYC and talking on the phone isn’t either one of our strengths.  He came with me to the shop twice and I put him on finishing bases while I filled the numerous orders that came in just before draft season.  Once I put on the 50’s station on Spotify I knew he could go all day without even thinking of taking a break.  Break?  I don’t even think he would’ve asked for a drink of water if I didn’t offer one up.

One thing I do know though is that I haven’t had that type of productive day in a long, long time.  And learning a few dance moves was an added bonus.

Thanks Dad and you’re always welcome at FantasyTrophies.com.  I’ll provide the music and water.

 

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