My brother in law Paul and his buddy Don don't realize the extent to which they torment me. From time to time they send photos of stuff they are "working" on around the farm. It invariably involves welders, plasma cutters, internal combustion engines and really damn big tires. And I sit here day after day working with calculators, mechanical pencils and erasers and look at their pictures and "Damn, that's definitely manly stuff". One of these days....
