A celebration doesn't come from the price tag attached to the meal. It comes from the thought behind it.

For most of my life, I assumed everyone’s dad worked as hard as mine. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized what I witnessed growing up wasn’t something everyone experienced.

Father’s Day is a time to treat Dad to the finer things in life. What could be finer than accessories for a Victorian gentleman? Maybe the box that holds them.

Earlier this winter while attending a farm show sponsored by a local radio station that carries Brownfield programming, a listener shared with me a poem, “Sermons We See,” by Edgar A. Guest.

When you’re 8 or 9 years old, you don’t see the world as you will as a 50- or 60-year-old. Much of what seems perfectly ordinary to a child often becomes quite extraordinary with the passing of time.

Father’s Day is a good time to remember that many design firms of the 19th and 20th centuries were family businesses.