One of Mike Fletcher’s most rewarding traits is a hand-me-down.
“My dad was always doing random acts of kindness for people,” says Fletcher. “I grew up watching that, and I guess I just stepped in somewhere along the way and took over for him.”
When Fletcher isn’t volunteering his time as Senior Ride Captain of the Patriot Guard Riders, he parks his Harley Davidson Road Glide and begins working on the never-ending list of projects filling his garage workshop.
Today’s list included repairing an antique lamp for an elderly friend and restoring an antique stain glass window for yet another friend. He admits that more times than naught, the finished piece will be delivered with a smile in lieu of a bill. And whenever possible, projects are simply done anonymously — because he can.
“My dad’s Shop Kitty is just as empty now as when I inherited it from him,” he laughs as he opens the old box and looks in at the two lonely quarters and smiles.
On any given day, Fletcher can be found seated at the scroll saw from sun up to sundown working on a single, intricate pattern. His compassion and true skills shine in the delicate scroll work of his remembrance crosses or memorial pet cremation boxes. One spectacular example would be the 3’ x 4’ Lord’s Prayer that hangs just outside of the sanctuary at the Methodist Church.
Many local residents only know Fletcher as the guy who just showed up one day, masterfully tilled them a new garden plot, then just waved and left. Fletcher smiles and explains that the International 234 tractor and tiller is yet another hand-me-down legacy from his father.
“Mom said I could have them only if I followed Dad’s rule, which is if someone needs help getting their garden tilled, just do it for them. It doesn’t take long with Dad’s tiller, so why not?”