I didn’t hesitate agreeing to “fix” my girlfriend’s table when she asked, even though it was sight un-seen. As my son stated, “that’s not a table, that’s firewood” when we finally got a look at it. This table had been made by Cindy’s father (deceased now) for her mother when she was about 2…......(50 years ago, don’t tell her I said that!). After floating and soaking in the flood waters of Katrina for about 2 weeks, it was finished. I’m sure that sentimental value was the reason she kept “the pieces”, after all, her father made it for her mother! As you can see, the pecan wood had seen better days having developed twists, cups, warps, and whatever else you can imagine! Well, with a couple of planer blades, lots of glue, patience, head scratching, and immense help from my son, it is finished!