I don't know. Those are the three most hated words in my father's vocabulary. When growing up, if you got in trouble those were the last words my father wanted to hear. “Why did you do it?” “I don't know.” Now I caught on at an early age that it was actually better just to make some crap up than it was to answer with I don't know (which truly, I didn't know). My oldest brother however did not. We had a large backyard when we lived in Flagstaff. One that did not have a fence. But on one side of the yard was a rock wall. One day after my brother did something stupid and then gave the answer of I don't know, my father had him move the rock wall from one end of our vast yard to the other. It took him all day. I mean ALL day. And at the end of the day my dad told him “nice job, tomorrow, move it back to where it was”. My brother was quite puzzled at this. When he asked why...you guessed it, my father's reply was “I don't know”. The only problem is sometimes you … [Read more...]