Floating on early morning powder, cutting the first tracks through the trees, my lungs scream for more of that damn, thin air. I stop to suck in a few cubic yards. Motionless, except for my pounding heart (which is attempting to break through my
Farmer Tim and the lil’ missus sitting on the ruins of ye ol’ farmhouse (there’s a rocking chair under there, somewhere!) Sitting at the breakfast table one morning, I pointed an emaciated finger at the bowl of gruel in front
Woo Hoo! They did it! Team Unstoppable Energy stepped up their game last weekend and advanced to the state level of the Lego robotics world competition on February 24th. The competition is getting much, much tougher. These three fifth-graders are
Problem: How do you keep the young neighborhood whippersnappers off your lawn? Solution: Cull the herd with an octagon of death. It took all my years of intense design study and many trips back to the drawing board to get
When my son, Beck, was quite little I taught him the fine art of drawing monsters, mostly to show him what was lurking under his bed at night. While sitting on my lap trembling (hey, it was his idea!), we created a
Seems like only yesterday my son, Beck, and I spent an afternoon in the workshop making trains. He was five and still fascinated by Thomas the Tank Engine. The lesson we learned: you can take almost any old leftover scraps
Meet the next Martha Stewart: my dad. A year ago I dragged my father (not by the hair, of course, because that would be wrong, or so I’m told – and also because he is a bit sparse on top)
On the day after Christmas, my true love gave to me: Thirteen puzzle balls, Twelve tectonic solids, Eleven ropes a swinging, Ten birthdays and counting, Nine, oh so cutesy, Eight canes, not candy, Seven snowman monsters, Six scrap metal remnants, Five…
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve tectonic solids, Eleven ropes a swinging, Ten birthdays and counting, Nine, oh so cutesy, Eight canes, not candy, Seven snowman monsters, Six scrap metal remnants, Five… snow… man… rings,
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eleven ropes a swinging, Ten birthdays and counting, Nine, oh so cutesy, Eight canes, not candy, Seven snowman monsters, Six scrap metal remnants, Five… snow… man… rings, Four carved