I grew up on a farm in
As a sophomore in high school, I met the late Rob Fisher, a local metal sculptor whose work graced malls, office buildings and more throughout the country and the world. Although it would be many years before I met Mr. Fisher again, his initial impression and vision of what metal art could look like, has lingered with me most of my life. Here are two links to some of Rob's work:
Glen Decker ran a welding shop less than a mile from our family farm. When he wasn’t busy with repairs and custom projects for his customers, Glen built the coolest small scale machinery to use in caring for his small farmette and herd of sheep. An innovator and a perfectionist, his creations ran perfectly and were professionally finished, to the envy of more people than he knew. My Dad and I never needed much reason to stop in and see what this master welder was up to.
Which brings me to Dad. From a tender age, I followed him around the farm, admired the way he worked, was impressed with the professional way he conducted his business and his life. He treated everyone with dignity and respect, and felt he could learn something from anybody. Resourceful and an innovator himself, he gave me the encouragement and freedom to try new things, successful or not, and the wisdom to handle the wins with humility and learn from the losses. And for that, I miss him.