A chainsaw's God's way of evening out the playing field between you and everything, even the invisible stuff.

A chainsaw's God's way of evening out the playing field between you and everything, even the invisible stuff.

Near the end of his life, my father proved to be, at his core, a very polite, chivalrous man. He walked the halls of the facility where he lived, introducing himself and shaking people's hands as he had done at Rotary meetings. He complimented the nurses, ‘You have a lovely figure.’ He could also eat an entire 2 lb. box of See's Candies in an afternoon, which requires considerable effort with stage five Parkinson's disease.