handy men

In the middle picture Mike is standing behind Tommy. I swear. Mike may be camera shy.

Today Tom came over to finish our deck. He and Mike, his pre-law-degree-toting day-worker, worked for six straight hours on it. So what makes me happy today? (Besides the deck getting so close to finished.) Handy men. 

I love handy men. Men who can build stuff. Men who can fix stuff. Men who know how to use tools. Seriously. 

My Dad is handy. He is awesome. He can fix all kinds of stuff. He can diagnose car problems over the phone. He can leap tall buildings in a single bound. My Dad can kick your Dad's butt. But he won't. He is too nice to do that.

Do you think handy guys exist in the suburbs/city? I wish they did. Please don't make me move out to the sticks just to find one.