I always loved the story that dad used to tell about the goalie he had at Maryville who was an Art Major. He said his defense was so good that she didn't have much to do during the game. So she drew a mural in the dirt. After half when they switched sides, the other team's goalie was kicking the dirt to mess up her artwork when his team moved in a scored!

Mike, Dad, and I built our rooms in the basement (for Mike and I of course). The basement was only about 6'4" clearance in most places, with duct work and one solid I-beam traversing the entire house. After we had studded out the basic floor plan we were well into hanging the plywood to make walls. At some popint Dad turn and hit his forehead square on the I-beam (no contest). Dad took the 2lb hammer that he was holding (his unique tool of choice for subtle work) and threw it right through the plywood wall that we had just finished! I must of had this complete look of horror on my face at the thought of having to replace what we just did. Without skipping a beat Dad looked at me and said," Shut up and put a light switch there!" The electrical box and switch fit perfectly!

When ever dad thought you were putting too much thought into a situation he would say, "Quit thinking!" he would also sometimes say, "Quit thinking and just do it!" :)

"Hey Kath, come here and give me a hug!" :)