A Redirection
There are some things that just happen that you can’t see coming.I started woodworking with my Dad in our cold, Western New York one-car garage back when gentlemen still wore hats and nobody cussed in public. It was usually fun, and always educational. I still remember messing about trying to build stuff, and having Daddy walk by and very gently suggest doing it “like this” and experiencing the resulting Cecil B. DeMille parting of the clouds with the chorus singing in the...




















