Some of my tools came from my father. I particularly like using a tool that has been in the hands of my long ago deceased father. There is something about that makes me feel good deep down in my sole. A closeness that I still cling to. A wish that he was still around for that father know how and an occasional hug. Besides some memories, pictures, and a few guns, his tools are what I have left. As a matter of fact the tools he has given me I handle with respect. I try to prevent wearing them out or breaking them and I have passed some of these down to my son. I even have some some wrenches that were my grandfathers that came from the farm. These are cherished and seldom get used.
My wife thinks I'm a little out there, but anyone else feel like this?
My wife thinks I'm a little out there, but anyone else feel like this?