This is my 3rd day on the road. Louie is my only friend that is older than me, but he's still a boy. He rides a 500' cable across a churning river to get to his house. Yesterday I turned around on the beach to catch him trying to lasso me with a piece of kelp.
Yesterday we played in his shop. I had cut some slabs out of an oak log with my chainsaw, the same log that rolled down a hill and fractured my rib a few months ago. I figured I'd make a litttle box out of the wood.
Yesterday we played in his shop. I had cut some slabs out of an oak log with my chainsaw, the same log that rolled down a hill and fractured my rib a few months ago. I figured I'd make a litttle box out of the wood.
Louie ran it through his big powerful wooden-wheel shipbuilders' band saw, then milled it down on his Makita planer, and I ended up with 2 beautiful pieces of oak.
Room attached to Louie's shop where I sleep and fiddle on my Mac.
3 comments:
I have tool envy. Love the band saw!
We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
_George Bernard Shaw
Louis looks awesome... as does his house!
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