Once upon a time there was a man who had gone through the educational school system professionally: band director, to high school principal, and finally, to assistant superintendent of schools.
He was always very good at what he did. In college at Oklahoma A & M, he ran on the track team. He will tell people today, if it weren't for his track scholarship he would not have been able to go through college. His father had died when he was in high school. He used to hitchhike home to his Mom's on weekends.
One day he went home from his assistant superintendent job, and commenced carving a squirrel out of a piece of walnut. He had always had a talented knack at woodwork, had built on numerous times to his family's house, and had made many beautiful bookcases and cabinets. But, he had never carved a squirrel.
This squirrel looked good!
So he carved some more things.
He retired from the public school system.
And became a sculptor.
And this is his work today:
And he is my Dad.