My dad built houses. Sometimes, like another poster here, I think about how his work will be around for decades if not centuries (they were nice houses). I thin

My dad built houses. Sometimes, like another poster here, I think about how his work will be around for decades if not centuries (they were nice houses). I think about how I might feel if I had kept his business going, maybe worked to expand it. Then I think about being 16, leaving the house at six to go pour concrete piers and being exhausted and caked in mud and cement by lunchtime. And how it felt a lot less exciting on the first Friday than it did on the first Monday.