TrainTrac
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I thought those of you who are fathers with sons would appreciate this piece. My son is just turning five next month, and practically every time I go out to the garage, he wants to be out there with me. Being a dad is great! Wayne Foy, this is what you can look forward to with Cody!
The Virginian Pilot
25 October 2005
By Greg Ward
A man, a son and quality time – in the garage
AS I ENTER into my mid-40s, I am puzzled by the childhood memories that readily come to mind.
I remember the first bus ride to school. Scraping my knee on the driveway of our new home in Chesapeake in 1967. And playing with my father as a toddler, throwing a beach ball on the roof and watching it roll down and thinking that was the greatest thing anyone could ever do.
As a parent of an 8-yearold boy, I often wonder what moments of his childhood he will carry into his mid-40s and beyond.
I hope one of them is the garage.
While mothers feel the most important activity husbands can do in a garage is clean it up for a change, this special room is a breeding ground for creativity and adventure. If a man’s home is his castle, “garaging†is the sport of kings and their princes.
The preferred arena is a single-car garage, where there is little hope of a car ever fitting. The small space and clutter encourage togetherness.
Because garaging is a freeform experience, it’s best to dress casual. I don’t mean “work casual†like you’re on your way to a corporate retreat. My son, Adam, chooses to complement his ensemble with last year’s snow boots, even if he’s wearing shorts. There’s something acoustically comforting about the clomp, clomp, clomp as he walks across the garage seeking new adventures.
It’s best to have country or classic rock playing on a vintage boom box. If you still have an eight-track stereo with tapes by ’70s bands like Boston, Led Zeppelin and Peter Frampton, that’s all the better.
We’ve invented some great garaging games, like Razor Scooter Limbo. It took a while for Adam to realize that the height of the scooter handle bars has a direct effect on the “how low can you go†factor.
One Christmas I received a handy telescoping-antennalike device with a small magnet on the end. We’ve put it to good use, as I drop metal screws and bolts under work benches and let him retrieve them.
Hey, even elementary schoolage children get frustrated with the day to day, so I let him work out his frustrations with a hammer, nails and wood scraps. Nailing to the beat of the music blaring in the garage makes it that more enjoyable.
A toolbox in disarray makes a great treasure chest. Digging through mine has yielded everything from foreign coins to keys to my first car – a ’75 Ford Mustang, by the way.
Garaging is a great opportunity to take the ordinary and turn it into something extraordinary. Or, as my son said, clomp, clomp, clomping down the hall, “That was some good garage time.â€
Hopefully, he’ll repeat the same phrase 20 or 30 years from now.
• Greg Ward’s garage is open for fun in Virginia Beach. Reach him online at [email protected].
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