I find things where ever I am that needs to be fixed. Lately a motor scooter showed up. (Son Mark brought it in). It was chewed to pieces. I spliced wires using the color codes to ID them. Yesterday Mark told me that Jerry B, a brick mason and good friend, had given him the scooter for scrap, his pit bulls had got hold of it and literally chewed it up. I gave up on that.
(Steve and his wife Donna a few years ago.)
Yesterday I also spied an extension cord lying near my storage shed. I recognized the style right away. I picked it up and soon saw it had been severed by a saw. Figuring Mark would need it, I fixed it. I knew my nephew Steve had made the extension cord because he made me a 50’ and a 25’ extension cord and gave them to me for Christmas, probably 25 years ago. I still have them and used them often.
Funny thing about those cords at least 90% of the time when I pick one up, I think of my best friend Sonny (departed). And of course think of his son Steve, a great guy who knew how to give a practical gift. Those heavy duty ext. cords have built probably 30 houses and did not get cut by a saw. I have cut cords in my time and saw sparks and smelled the short, but not the ones from Steve.
I mentioned to Mark a while ago that I had fixed the cord and asked who cut it? He said that he was by Steve’s place and Steve gave it to him saying he had found the old cord among his deceased FIL’s ‘stuff’ and knew Mark could use it. And yes, Steve had made it.
Funny how a gift can keep on giving, Sonny was proud of Steve. The cord brings them to my mind, and I have nothing but pleasant memories. Sonny and I would take our sons hunting for years. No one ever brought venison back but we ate well. I remember sitting around a camp fire and roasting 4 chickens on a spit. The boys enjoyed acting like Vikings and eat the chicken off the spit after cutting it. Steve always had to have Cranberry sauce with his chicken.
Even today I think of Steve when I eat cranberry sauce! Steve and friend Hank were known for their cars, I think they both had Trans-Ams. One black the other white (I think)They were always polished to a fine shine.
Funny how seeing an extension cord that was in need of repair, can trigger so many good memories. Steve, Mark and Hank are grown men today with families. I see son Mark on a regular basis. It is a treat to see Steve and Hank, shucks even thinking of them is a treat.