When I moved into my house, I was a novice with tools. My dad would always help me do things that required toolsy know-how, hoping some of his expertise would rub off on me, but alas, it never took. I was hopeless. I would consistently use the wrong tool for the wrong job.
Here’s a story.
I was out back in the very early days of home ownership, getting ready to grill some burgers. I had turned on my grill and waited for it to heat up. My brother- and sister-in-law were on the way over, excited to have an outdoor meal prepared for them.