Ruminations on the hobby
I was reading Teri’s Charlie Brown post and trying to think back on what influenced me towards wood working. I have come to realize that the decision to woodwork really came from no outside influences. My dad never woodworked. The only thing I can think of him working on was a model train table. I can’t remember my step dad doing anything in wood besides maybe a ramshackle doghouse. I really don’t know why I was drawn to wood. I always enjoyed “This Old House” and “New Yankee Workshop” growing up, but I didn’t do anything about it until my first marriage in 2001. One of the first things I did was to get a miter saw and a cheapo table ...
