The next generation of craftsmen
I’ve always heard that “it” always skips a generation. Things like having hair or not, or being smart or not. I’m beginning to believe it is true. My father’s idea of building/constructing/working involved a pencil, paper, and a cigar. True, he purchased tools, but I can count on one hand the times he actually used them. My grandfather, on the other hand, was apparently a bit better. He worked as a foreman in a shop (picture turn-of-the-century at this point),...
