“Pop, what are you doing?”

That’s my son asking me the same question he has asked me 1,000 times. I’m fixing the old picnic table again. It seems like every year when we open the beach house we do the same things over and over. We make sure nothing is leaking and the washing machine works and check the refrigerator. Also, one of the things I always seem to have to do when we get down the shore is work on the old picnic table.

It is made out of redwood. It’s 75 years old and looks like it is 110, and always seems to be falling apart.