Recenty returned from my trip home to Indy for the holiday. I had a good time hanging with the fam, and even helped ol' pops with some yard work. His method of raking the leaves, putting them in a giant rubbermaid tub, stomping on them, and then dumping the stomped leaves in the backyard ("Michael its like mulch!") didnt make much sense. I told him actually bagging the leaves would go so much faster if I raked and he got in the bag, and then I handed him the leaves, now that makes sense. This was all well, till I snapped the rake in half, and damn near knocked myself out with the handle. No love lost, should have seen that one coming, when people are selling their rake at a garage sale there is usually a reason for it. The whole notion of "buyer beware" doesnt cross my dads mind, hes all about the "steals" and "deals" ("a rake for a dollar?! Quick lets get out of here before they change their mind"). Long story short, with half a rake and a snow shovel we finished the job and headed inside for some much needed r & r (See below).
