This an artist friend of mine named Tom. I got to spend a week in the work shop with him taking a class called fantasy bird house building. It reminded me of being with Santa during July, and it wasn’t just the white beard and jovial disposition. First he had us sketch out our houses, and then with a chuckle and a twinkle in his eye he would brainstorm on how to make our dreams come true. My bird house was a beautiful church with not one, but two stained glass windows, lots of elaborate iron work, a copper roof, and he let me build much of it with a baby on my hip. What a great week, my 7 year old learned to use a drill press, and my dream house became a reality.