I Needed A Handle

Forty-five years ago I completed my Masters degree which focused on education/psychology and counseling...a Special Education M,A. I landed back on Earth by submitting to five years of factory/assembly line work at the newly birthed Sierra Nevada Brewing Company in Chico, California. We then moved up four thousand feet in elevation so that my wife could continue her career working for the Department of Agriculture in Chester, California. I functioned as a 'utility infielder' for Plumas County School District and in my spare time I built the 'cabin-in-the-woods' that we have lived in ever since. After thirteen years of blissful co-existance, my wife and I decided to take a chance on pregnancy. Our son was a "handful" and required an amazing amount of attention and loving care. We were up for the task. Four years into fatherhood I realized our son would be interacting with hundreds of judgemental little beings and their parents for the next dozen years. They would want to know...what do your parents do? His mother worked for the Forest Service but his Dad...part-time a little bit of everything. I needed a 'handle'. I expressed this to my longtime friend Judd Hanna and he bluntly said, "Chuckie, what would you rather be doing?"... I want to start a bicycle shop.