Because
Part of the reason I got into woodworking, is because my father-in-law, who passed before I could meet, was also into woodworking. Our house is graced with many of the things he created, and I know from my wife and his works, what a wonderful man he must have been. I had dreams, well before I had a shop, of walking through the spaces he created things with. When I first traveled to Wisconsin, I slept in the ‘dog house’, right on top where he created many things, and met monthly with friends to carve wood in the shop underneath. I didn’t know that at the time. I didn’t know how precious of a spot that was, but everywhere I look in my house now, I see the things he made, and I know how peaceful the hours spent creating them were. On the wall in my shop, is a clock he made. It sat in our garage for years after my wife asked if I could fix it. Once I had my own shop, one of the first things I did was fix the clock and put it on the wall. The time is reads doesn’t matter, as strangely, I...