As I age, I become my Dad

And that’s a good thing.

What brought this to mind? The other day I picked my youngest up from school. There’s some construction going on there, I parked near it.

I found a screw at the edge of the road. I know how my karma works, and if I don’t pick this one up its distant cousin is in my tire within the week. So, I pick it up and put it into my pocket. No big deal, everyone does that.

I pull into the garage, walk over to my hardware assortment, and put it immediately into my countersunk, coarse thread bin. And realize what I’ve just done.

For a second there, I became my dad. It made me happy for the rest of the day.