I was caught up in the aesthetics of the matter, not the practicality. He could not eat his breakfast…so graciously wrapped, carried and presented to him in his wood shop, on a delicate plate no less. He could not eat his breakfast because his hands were covered in grease.
The thought of providing napkins for him slid through my mind as shilly shally and flim flam.
This is why he builds, and I build differently…
690 Saint Paul 