Tools have always been a big part of my life.  First of all, there were none, or let’s just say some.  My dad was not a fixer-upper at all. He had a brother who was, and would satisfy some of my dad’s desires when requested to do so.  For example, he built bookshelves in Judy’s and my bedroom together with a corner desk.  I think my mom knew more about using tools than Dad ever did.  But then, there was no interest on his part to really do any type of fixing or building.  I believe his only desire for tools was to have some of his dad’s old tools, my grandpa Ottos.