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My sister R — the one closest to me in age — is married to an interesting fellow.
I’ll call him T.
T is one of the handiest guys I know; likely the most capable. I believe he can fix just about anything.
For, up to now, he surely has.
From cars to other motorized vehicles, to furbishing and refurbishing houses, he’s done it all.
You name it, he’s done it.
Or can, if you just give him a minute to figure it out.
He’s a living embodiment of the expression ‘where there’s a will, there’s a way.’
My deceased father was a sort of Renaissance Man, even though he didn’t come from Italy, or even Europe.
He used to jest he was a jack of all trades, but master of none.
In truth he was being more than a little modest.
He wrote 13 books (almost as many as the blind Helen Keller, who was one of his heroes) and was more than a passable chemist.
One of the few Ph.D’s at the school, he virtually singlehandedly ran the department of chemistry at a small liberal arts college in New England.
Some students considered him the best professor they ever had.
Certainly one of the most original.
I’d heard about his teaching style, but had to see it to believe it.
