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"You can't argue with results," my dad used to say - usually while he was teetering precariously between a ladder and a window, installing some homemade contraption that would have cost him $1.50 at Home Depot. But of course, he insisted on doing it himself. Sure, most of my dad's DIY projects worked, but only if you held one part, twisted another with your foot, and blew on the top for good measure. Sometimes it felt like our entire house would collapse if anyone turned a knob the wrong way.
For a few years, my brother and I slept in a bunk bed that my dad built out of two old beds he found on the street, and our entire kitchen was made from wooden crates he fashioned into cabinets. It worked - Most of the time. But I spent every night knowing that if I breathed too hard, my brother's bed might collapse on top of me.