The Price of a Chair & a Life

I have two more chairs to make before the end of the year.

One is for my bank account. Like many small businesses, we were buffeted by high inflation and skittish customers in 2022. Add to that: the final college tuition payments for our youngest daughter and wedding expenses for our oldest.

If I could end the year by making a little money to help pay for Christmas dinner and the like, that would be great.

The other chair on my bench is more personal. Probably too personal for a Christmas letter or a blog. But here goes.

My father died in 2018 from aggressive prostate cancer that spread throughout his body. It took 15 years for the cancer to get him, but I wonder almost every day if he could still be here, calling me on the phone to give me shit about not going to law school and making real money.

Years after my father was diagnosed with cancer, he told me that he had made an error. Instead of getting surgery immediately from one of his urologist friends in Arkansas, he decided to go to on…