"He was a happy man with a batch of cement," says Howard at Willy's pathetic funeral. It's only in retrospect that we see that this idea of Willy being "so good with his hands" (Linda) has been a thread running through the entire play. He repairs things himself; he revels in the outdoors; he hates his confinement in a Brooklyn of towering apartment buildings. The irony is that Biff, the one who hates the city, who truly wants to work with his hands, is also caught up in Willy's "wrong dream," and that is what constantly gets him into trouble. Consider how much Biff is like his father.