My Dad was a talented, self-taught craftsman. One day he got the idea to make some furniture and turned out this little hutch cabinet. (I can't remember exactly when this was, but I am suspecting the late 60's, early 70's, pine, varnished, etc.) Maybe that's where I get my spurts of inspiration - I tend to get an idea and have to act on it or it burns into my being until I do.
I hope you like it, Daddy. My sisters probably won't like it either, but this piece stays in my home forever, in honor of you. Your soul is in it and now, I hope, a little of mine, too.