December.  Holy cow, there goes another month, and in a little bit, there goes another year.  Recently the fact that I am a dad hit home.  I was playing with my son, and we were colouring, and doing all of the fun things that being a dad entitles me to do. He scurried off to his room, and returned with his favourite book:  The one with all of the big trucks.  We sat on the couch reading, and as we read he got more and more excited.  Then while turning the page he got a little over zealous and it ripped.  Without missing a beat he held up the book, looked me in the eye and said, "Daddy, fix it." 
    Daddy fix it.  Three little words.  It got me thinking.  If only I could fix everything with a little bit of glue and tape.  Then I realized that I still looked to my father as if he held all of the answers to life's little mysteries.  All of this probably coming from when I was a little kid, watching my dad do the impossible with a hammer and a couple of nails.  "Wow, my dad can hang a picture!" 
    Life is a truly wonderful gift.  Hopefully I'm good enough with a hammer that my son will always think of me as the one who has all the answers to life's weird questions. 

Jevster, 
December 1998