Some years ago, more than I would like to remember, a yearly event once again came to town. The carnival was here. You could always tell it was coming. Neighbors warn each other. Then our kids start making plans. Parents decide which night they would drive and chaperone. My two boys Woody and Matt suddenly want to help me with everything. “Dad, I can help you with that”? “Dad, please let me help”. We saw that the carnival energized work habits in our house and the whole neighborhood kicked into gear.