With Father’s Day approaching (6/21/26), I can proudly say that my dad is handy!
When we were kids, Dad constantly fixed everything, and on occasion, he brought discarded machines from work that, when repaired, became ours. The crown jewel was a garage “drink machine” always stocked with our favorite drinks. Truly, we lived in the best of times and seemed like princes of summer to our friends on the hottest of days.
Today, that mystical machine lives with our brother’s family, and serves a second generation of preteens. He recently shattered the childhood magic by revealing its deepest secret: the machine’s “special powers” require a man to manually restock it—and he, like our father before him, is that man. Honestly, I should have suspected something when the machine suddenly started carrying malt, hops, and barley-based beverages after my 21st birthday. Turns out my brother is just following in Dad’s footsteps as a great father by refilling that machine (and also, like, Pops, doing so much more).
While my brothers inherited Dad’s handy genes, I wasn’t so lucky. My established role in family projects is “pack mule”—unskilled manual labor. And I was comfortable with that. When our kids were young, we had more money than time, and I just called a professional whenever a crisis hit.

Now, I have less money, more time, and AI in my pocket. So, when heavy rains struck and the sump pump failed, I actually took on the project myself. If you’re impressed that I know technical terms like “piggyback tethered float,” don’t be. I just took a picture of the problem, and AI did the heavy lifting. It diagnosed an ungrounded outlet, told me how to bypass the mechanism to drain the basement without manually cleaning up water, suggested an upgraded replacement part, and even told me how to install a water alarm to avert future soggy disasters.
Without AI, I would’ve immediately called Burns Plumbing (574-674-4200), who always do an outstanding job. I would have gladly paid Old Man Burns (Sean) and his incredibly patient son, Spencer, to solve it. But AI gave me the confidence to fix it myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll need Burns again, but not this time. This time, I took a few minutes’ worth of vacation money out of their pockets; my use of AI likely cost them money, and that is worth noting as we think about the shifting AI economy for better and for worse.
You can bet that my braggadocious tone will ring out in front of my siblings as I share my triumphs and my handyman vocabulary with our dad this Father’s Day. You can also bet that he and my siblings will cautiously remind me about the trades as we discuss the use and future of AI.
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