I skated on the sidewalk around the corner of Grandfather Link’s home. It was summer and I was spending two weeks at their home on Crittenden Drive in Louisville, Kentucky. Standing at the doorway of his shop, I was fascinated by the tools hanging on the wall and embraced the smell of oil and old lumber. That aroma would linger with me for years as a testament to labor and an eager determination to accomplish its many goals. Working at his anvil, my Grandfather noticed a curious child and told me, “You run along and play.” I would have much more preferred to watch my Anvil Hero repair a tap on my Grandmother’s shoes. I began to understand during those summer days that you can do anything if you tried hard enough and worked hard enough in a shop in the backyard .Sometimes I played and sometimes I watched.