While visiting with my extended family I start hearing comments "There's Bob the Builder","Hi Bob the Builder". I'm thinking wow, I thought only 3 or 4 people were reading this diatribe! I guess this storyline is more interesting than I thought. Only to be shot down later that evening by my cousin Gary. I was cutting a piece of cake and commented that I seemed to be having trouble cutting it in a straight line. He immediately comments "I'm just glad your not building my house". I guess it's good my ego came back to earth. It makes it easier to accept being a mediocre carpenter. Also funnier.