Father’s Day, Now

My 90 year old Dad called this morning, to express his wonderment at getting my FedEx envelope with his card, including copies of my blog post about him as an air traffic controller, and a bunch of jewelry bits that he will enjoy making into bolos. Yes, I had forgotten to send him a card(!), and had to do next day Saturday delivery to cover my forgetfulness. On his 60th Father’s Day, too!  He didn’t notice the envelope until after 10PM, so assumed that they found his door deep in his senior village that late at night!

So, to totally break with society’s idea of the proper way to honor yourself as a father (be waited on, etc.), I made a wooden piece to fix the bench glider on our dock, so it would be ready for our annual Fourth of July party. After the power tool part was done, the hand tools came out. While doing the mortise and tenon, I had this flash of resonance with all the men who built their cabins and furniture in this manner – hand saw, chisel, rasp, knife. After a couple rounds of fine tuning – it fit! A perfect way to honor all fathers throughout history!

With sawdust and gratitude to all fathers, and children of fathers,

your Nowist, Blaise.


Blaise Kielar received Honorable Mention in the 2022 Alex Albright Creative Nonfiction Prize for an excerpt from his memoir in progress, "Be Heard: The Quiet Kid Who Started the World’s Loudest Violin Shop." He opened Chapel Hill’s first violin shop in 1978 and retired from a music retail career by transitioning Electric Violin Shop into the first worker-owned co-op music store in the United States. He plays jazz violin and clarinet in several bands and leads the Bulltown Strutters, Durham’s community New Orleans brass band.