20 years ago, or so, I started something that I had no idea would be such a life changing event. I’m sure, in retrospect, I should have foreseen the power of this, but didn’t.
20 years ago, my wife (of about a year) announced we were pregnant. Now, being the young (VERY young) man that I was, I really didn’t see “US” as pregnant. However, being committed to the union I was in, I didn’t argue the semantics.
What does this have to do with saw dust, one might ask…well, everything. When the gestation period was over, I was the proud papa of a fine young boy. A few years later, he joined me in my basement workshop, and I taught him his first lesson in woodworking…Sawdust Is Our Friend!
Unfortunately, I was unable to maintain a workshop. I was military and moving around the globe is not very conductive to this endeavor. However, now that I am retired and settled in one place, I have a pretty good shop started. My son, now a strapping young man himself, to this day reiterates the sentiment. This tells me I have done well by him, teaching him the appreciation of our art.
-- Measure with a micrometer, mark with a crayon, cut it with a chainsaw.