My father was a care-taker of properties around Buffalo, NY. He would drive around and fix or replace things that broke or needed attention. As a kid I would usually just drive around with him and wait on the porch until he was finished. There were incredible forces of chaos in the world, usually personified in a broken doorknob or a stolen copperpipe. If at any moment he stopped tending to the landscape and community, things would begin to collapse. I understand what this means now, the fragility of the world, of how quickly we can fall through the ice, of how we need to continuously improve the world. If we can just keep things propped up long enough, everything will be okay.