And Yet, Another Major Award

Each year, two of my protegees give out "fabulous prizes" on Father's Day. Once you win, You are ineligible to win again. Good thing. I was in the running for at least four of the prizes (1-longest time not washing their car, or in my case truck. 2- Most keys on your keyring. 3- Most pictures in your wallet).

The one prize that I was not only in the running, but was the runaway winner was "Which dad is the biggest packrat?" As soon as I heard the word "packrat" leave the lips of the presenter, I turned to my assistant Sunday School teacher and said "I'm doomed". My "Major Award" was a padlock to put on the storage shed that I will need to keep all the stuff in.

Both of my Parents are packrats. My grandfather ran a trash route in which he kept the good stuff being thrown out. I'm third generation. I am also a professional packrat. Part of my job is to store the leftover materials (known as "tags & centers") from the jobs that I cut. If it can be used again, I'm in charge of it. It really is a "Don't throw it away, it might come in handy" type of job.

This is the third year in a row that I have won one of these prestigious awards. You can read about the first one here.

You can read about the second one here.