By Kurt Sample
When I was a kid, I liked to hang around in my grandfather’s garage. I remember three things about that (to a diminutive me) cavernous space – the riding lawn mower; the refrigerator that was always stocked with old-fashioned soda pop, and the workbench. My grandfather was a stone cutter and his workbench was a marvel of interesting tools, as well as the common array of belts, hoses, oil cans, screwdrivers, hammers, wrenches, and whatnot. He wasn’t what one would call a tinkerer but he was more of that common sense breed who raised a family during the Depression and hence, knew how to thriftily keep things working out of necessity. With a bottle of raspberry soda in hand, I would watch him work. I suppose in 1967 this was not an uncommon sight. From a “street’s eye view” – a kid watching an adult work with the garage door opened wide. Read the rest of this Mentoring Month Moment at Lakewood’s Promise.