We were over at my mom’s place the other night, and the guy she’s been shacked up with for the last twenty years (they refuse to get married, but they’re lifers) offered me his old delta 6” jointer out of the attic of his shop. Needs a little cleaning, as you can see, but he told me it worked just fine. Well… my new-found tool-restoration enthusiasm got the better of me, and I had the thing in dissected not long after taking this photo (without ever taking a cut!). In setting up my shop, I’ve had to make do with a bunch of old, beat-up, rusty equipment, all of which needed serious love to be brought back into service, and somewhere along the way it ceased being a hassle, a means to an end, and became an end unto itself.
Looking over that jointer when I got it home last night… I don’t know. I had a moment. Felt like a homecoming.