That Dog’ll Hunt on Day 3
So, say you’re at the beach and your tent is blowing away, what would you do?
If you were my dad, you would anchor it in the sand with 1x10’s. That puppy won’t go anywhere.
But what if the top was bending all up and looking kind of wonky?
Well, if you were MacGiva, that’s right, not MacGyver, MacGiva. Kind of like Godiva Chocolate and MacGyver. My mom called my Dad this today. Really, it just proves, us Cruce’s are ALWAYS thinking about chocolate. Song break: I get it from my mama! Anyways, back to the jacked tent. If you were my Dad, you would find a rope, a tire iron, and a garden shovel. Then you would bang the cooler into the tire iron as if it were a hammer so that it lodges deep enough in the sand for it to hold the tent steady. Basically, he saved our vacation by hunkering down our plastic tent that we found on sale at Lowes. Now we know why it was on sale.
My Dad is known for doing things like this. My brother has been an accomplice for many of these situations where they use household items in an unconventional way to create a more efficient system. We refer to this craftsmanship as “That Dog’ll Hunt.” A little hillbillyish yet useful and handy. I think we can all agree that they should have a show on A&E capturing the craft (or maybe crap) of the galactic enterprise of strategic construction. I’d Dvr it.
(Side story. We had a lawn mower for a really long time that was only running because my Grandpa and my Dad rigged it with the elastic from an old pair of underwear. We come by this stuff honestly!)
Last Wednesday was my Dad’s Birthday. We celebrated it tonight with all nine of us. It was good to have everybody together. It’s a reminder to myself that I get my kookiness from the rest of the nuts in my family.
Happy Birthday Dad! Love you!
