GLORY

As previously "mentioned", my Dad was a "dauber" welder.

He got accomplished what he wanted to do, although on occasion it was "butt ugly"?

The ranch hand has chronicled the acquisition of a gasoline engine welder, a trailer, and related appurtenances.

Today marked near 30 hours of hot, sweaty labor to "marry" all into a workable "rig"!

Glory be to heaven as it actually came together in a symmetrical eye appealing (and functional) manner.

I felt you today, Dad, when I wheeled that puppy out of the barn. There is no doubt in my mind that you knew what had been accomplished, and you felt pride in your onliest son's work.

Damn, I miss you.....