One of my snowblower tires was flat, and I couldn’t get it to inflate. So what to do?
Take it to Dad, of course. Because he can fix anything. That’s what I did a couple nights ago.
Tonight, after practice, I called Dad.
“Wondering if we can stop by to get the tire, since they say snow’s coming tomorrow.”
“Or, you could look in your garage,” Dad said.
He had fixed the tire, then dropped by today and put it back on the snowblower. Ready to go.
That’s one awesome Dad. Which I’ve known for a long, long time.
