Katy has the unfortunate habit of kissing things with the car bumper. Most times, it’s not a big deal. Last time, with a cement column…less so. It took about 15 minutes of cursing, but I managed to get all the brackets realigned and the bumper back on. It wasn’t that big of a job, but it made me think of my dad. I don’t have anywhere close to his mechanical skills, but I’m also not afraid to get my hands dirty. And I got that from him, as well as the importance of a decent set of tools. So, thanks pop.