For All My Dads

<i>sparkleballs by Carl</i>
sparkleballs by Carl

Sometimes we don’t get the dad we want.   We don’t get the man who teaches us how to drive a stick-shift or fix a leaky faucet.   How to negotiate a business deal or measure with calipers.  All those practical, cool things that make life more fun.   So throughout my life,  I’ve gathered helpful male friends who probably would hate being referred to as my “dads,”  but in so many ways, they are.

Here’s a big hug for my stepfather Bill.  Hugs and kisses to my surf grandfathers :) Bill Andrews and Inside Wave Dave.  The biggest hug to my husband Steve who lets me use his tool chest.

And a ton of gratitude to my sparkleball “dads.”  All the men who’ve shared ideas and photos with me, especially the Men of Yale Ave, Carl (The Master) Boro and Rob (Sparkleball Jones) Stephens.  You’ve all nudged me out of my comfort zone and into the garage of my dreams.

 

The Day Carl Changed My Life:

A Gift from Rob:

When Dads Make Sparkleballs

Anthony
Anthony, the Dad

It used to be that dads made things.  They had workbenches and sheds.  They could fix broken stuff, even if it looked funny.  Every dad had tools. Recently, at a party one of the guests told me his dad was a tool bench kinda guy.  He fixed things around the house and yard, but he also made sparkleballs. This man thought his dad was a genius, because he believed his dad had invented sparkleballs.  “I always wondered how he figured it out,” the man told me.  Take it from Anthony and Frankie in Chicago.  Impress your kids and grandkids.  Make some sparkleballs.  Happy Father’s Day!

frankie
Frankie, the Son