Everybody's got to do something.

picture lifted off the Elko Daily Free Press website

I wouldn't know anything if it weren't for my cousins.  Yesterday I saw on facebook because of my beautiful and charming cousin Leslie (she's one of my favorites!) an article about a bit my dad made.

There was a link to this article.

In case you're like me and don't have the attention span to go read articles when someone links to them, I'll give you the gist.

My dad made a bit. (Not big news.  It's what he did before his mission.)

Apparently though, during the Queen's Jubilee there was a celebration with riders from Canada, Russia and the U.S.  The riders from the United States were cowboys and Native Americans.  One of the cowboys took the bit, which my dad had made for the cowboy's nephew.  (Are you keeping all of this straight?  There will be a test.)

Anyway.

A bit my dad made was part of the Queen's Jubilee.

When I was in college, my roommate Jamee took anatomy.  Every time she had class, she would tell us some interesting tidbit of trivia over dinner "for our gee whiz file."

That's what this story reminded me of.  Not earth shattering, just hmm.  Mildly interesting.

Here's what I like about it and how I know they really did call my dad and get a quote from him.  He said, "Everybody's got to do something."

Growing up, my dad told us, often, that there was nothing he couldn't do.  We firmly believed him.  I still do.  My dad= invincible.  (All the men in my family have a lot of confidence.  All the women do too.  I wish I had more but it's sort of a thing with them.)

When someone other than his children would give him any sort of compliment/accolades/attention, he would deflect it and sort of shrug and say, "Everybody's got to do something."

If that's true, I'm glad part of his "doing something" was being my dad.

Also, of everything my dad created, why did a bit get to go to the Queen's Jubilee?  Why not me?