DGersic
Well-known member
My father died a little while ago. Before, I didn’t want to take any of his tools. It seemed unlikely that he’d ever use them again, as his health failed and he lost more and more mobility. The basement shop was out of reach. The garage was difficult, not impossible. But it just seemed wrong to remove tools from someone who had spent his whole life building, fixing, tinkering with things. It felt like removing hope.
Now we’re starting to empty the house, so I’m picking some of them. They’ll join in, getting used for a few more decades of fixing, building, and tinkering.
Now we’re starting to empty the house, so I’m picking some of them. They’ll join in, getting used for a few more decades of fixing, building, and tinkering.









