Wednesday, November 9, 2011
A few years ago I gave middle son my tool boxes, and a number of tools. It was an effort to help him in his career as a tech.
Well, he just joined the Marines, and I got my tool boxes back. To put this in perspective... the main box set needs a trailer to move it, or a flat bed wrecker.
Today I'm in the garage sorting my hand tools and giving them their homes back in the box. In the bottom drawer, amongst other things, I find what's pictured above.
Yes... that is a cast metal dog off the nose of a Mack truck. It is also the figurehead from my first boat, and the last thing saved for it before it was sold off long ago.
It seems the boy has a sense of sentiment that mirrors my own.