I have always admired my uncle Lou, who built his own home when I was 12. He is a huge man 6"7 and the strongest man I know. He hung 120 lb drywall on the ceilings by himself. With one hand he held it up, and with the other he pushed the nails, grabbed his hammer, and pounded it down. He faced the entire house with the brick, build several out buildings, and did all the interior work. The only work he did not do is the wiring and plumbing because it had to be done by a licensed workers.
Favorite other activities include sailing, but I do not have a sailboat, gardening, travel, history, and most of all my passion for a little japanese car from the 60's once known as the Datsun Roadsters.
I would like to thank several people for their contributions in making My Handi-Man Services, LLC a reality. First to Evy, my wife who did the research and development in getting the buisness going and her dedication to keeping thing running smoothly. Thanks to my mom, who believed that this could all work out and for many years, she refused to allow me to do it pro-bono as in the past. To my long time friend Paul, who I have worked with this venture. To Susan Galleger who gave me the final push I needed to go through with this venture. To Mark Dent, who I know as the Datsun Roadster guy of the US, and has is own succesful business, I was motivated by his spirit of entrepreneurialism, and perhaps would not even have concieved this idea if not for seeing his success unfold. Last but not least, Uncle Lou who may never know how his ways of being and pursuing independence in the home around the farm, inspired me to move forward and swing that hammer, saw that board, and drill those holes. I know there so many others that along the way have alterated the course, and inspired the ideas. I thank them also. In closing, I would like to add that when the job is complete, and the sweat is drying, the most wonderful feeling is to look back over the work, stand back a pace, and then stare down at your hands and ponder , these hands did that. What a feeling! Even if you never get to say it agan, you were the first person to see the completed job, and the process until completion. It was like the moment the farmer picks the first ripe apple off the tree and taste the fruits of all the years labor.