Tearing Down the Walls…Tiles that Stand Before Me
were closing in on me. I came home one
day after work and I went out into my garage and that’s when it happened. I saw “Big Zeek” (yep…that’s right, my hammer
has a dude’s name) laying out on the workbench. And it was like he was talking
to me. He said, “Do it!” So I’m thinking, Ok, I must be going crazy. This
hammer isn’t speaking to me…but darn it, he was right. (Yea I’m going somewhere
with this….I think). I picked up Big Zeek and made a B line for the kitchen.
![]() (Ok truth be told Zeek was my grandfather’s nick name. I always saw him as a big strong man that would fix things…Get it done. So it just made sense to name my hammer after him.)
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