Last week I stopped by one of my dad's job sites. He's a general contractor who has been blessed with a little bit of business this year, and I wanted to see how the latest custom-build job was coming along.
Dad was downright ebullient as he gave me his "nickel tour" of the property. I, ever the dutiful daughter, oohed and aahed over the arched doorways and barrel-vaulted entry. Subcontractors scurried around us, with myriad tasks to complete before quitting time.
As we neared the end of the tour, dad handed me a broom.
"Just take a couple rooms and make 'em sparkle," he said.