|Workshop by WhiskeyWaters||posted 1955 days ago||895 reads||0 times favorited||0 comments|
I’ve had a workshop since I first became a table-top wargamer way back in sixth grade. I was and continue to be the coolest dork you know for the experience. I’ll put some pics up of some of the workshops I’ve had to deal with and grown up with.
The first is my recently departed, moved outta basement digs – I rented with a pair of buddies and they gave me the laundry room to play in, and played I did. This is the shop cleaned up and ready to be cleared out after the last rent check was paid.
The second is the horse barn I grew into adulthood in, gosh, that sounds wrong. I worked, slave labor cheap, at my cousins farm four summers during highschool. This is his barn. You can see the carriage; he owned the carriage business in that New England coast town.
Speaking of, GO PATS! GO SOX!
-- make it safe & keep the rubber side down.