“Looks like I’ve found myself a handy man,” I smiled. “Oh yeah,” he grinned, “I’m as handy as they come.” “I can see it now,” I fantasized, “leaky faucets, fixing lights, painting walls.” Caeden’s laugh filled the woodshop classroom. “And… — Micalea Smeltzer Copy Share Image
A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
