"I want it to be like a tank," he said, face alight with eight year-old glee.  "And I want to paint it with camo." A tank. My son, Mini-Me, held a rectangular block of pine in his hands, undoubtedly envisioning his combat-ready pinewood derby racer as it screamed down the track, blasting opponents out of … Continue reading Dreams, determination, and the Pinewood Derby Tank