The end of an era
I am writing today about a stage in my life, no new project, no new tools, very little to do with woodworking at all honestly. To my friends, Im giving you an honest glimpse into my sheltered southern childhood, please bring your big boy panties and dont get offended. If you care to….humor me. When I was an infant, my grandmother married her 2nd husband, Ken. She had been divorced for a few years, went on a trip to california, and came back with a husband. The family was shocked to say the least. To think she would remarry … after only knowing this guy for less than a month!? Ohh man.. this guy….a vietnam vet. with the mouth you would expect. He was loud, he had an...
