Your dad was an eccentric, that much was true. It wasn't unusual for him to lock himself in the garage with gadgets and gizmos that had names you couldn't pronounce.

You wandered into his fortress of solitude early one morning to find him already tinkering. The sound of you knocking over a tin alerted him to your presence. A grin flashed your way, and he lifted his goggles to settle on his head.

"Morning, kiddo."