Yah. They really are, or were, "manly things." My Dad had em too. But turns out, he was a leetle primitive. Oooooh, that might be rude. Course, then again, he mighta been a dolt.
Anyway, the guy next door, where McKinley lives, is a cabinet maker. Our little town lets people make a living at home. And he has a big shop right down the driveway, and the door is usually open, and it's routers and sanders and table saws and all manner of stuff going on all the time. And he's usually the only one home, so if Mr People Kitty wants to have ANY company, he has to go in that shop to see Dave. Or come to see us. And being raised with four trampoline kids, I figure he's not scared of the saw. He doesn't like it when it turns on, but he knows when it goes off.
He likes to be right where the action is. |
