Stop in for a cup of coffee

This stuff is getting pretty deep.
I will add some more. Dad was a drunk, died when i was 19. I was a mis-directed youth and priorities were drinking and partying. I learned how to fix things myself mostly being broke and out of necessity. Mom hooked up with a colossal asshole that robbed her blind, and i was the smartass kid that saw through his bullshit. When she said she wanted to move to BC i thought it was a good idea. That was 85/86 and i never really had much to do with my siblings. Not many people to look up to in my life. Then i met a few of the old timers, farmers, loggers and contractors, really learned a lot about respect and sharing what you know.
Those people are all gone now, and my friends and i somehow are now the ones filling those shoes. But the young-uns are different now.
Its a lot easier to learn things now than it was 30 years ago.