Ya know... my intro to tools was my dad, who did a lot of carpentry, and even opened his own business doing additions and such.  Because of that I took woodshop in intermediate and high school, which taught me the finer aspect of working with wood.  I took to it like a fish to water, and put together display cases, cabinets, chests, and all kinds of things that you'd be proud to have in your home.  Then came the driver's license and the Jeep, and wood faded into the past.   

Well, every once in a while I get occasion to break open the cobweb filled chest of wood tools and woodworking skills and do something.  Granted, anymore, it has to do with facilitating Jeep work, but still.  Sawdust is a much cleaner medium than grease or gear oil, and I welcome the "clean dirt" that comes from a wood project.  So, when the time came to reorganize the garage, I thought nothing of it. 

I moved one wooden shelf some previous occupant left, and it moved fine.  The larger of the shelfs, as it turned out was completely tow-nailed and screwed together.  It almost smashed my very straight Comanche as it fell apart and came down.  In fact, if my head and upper torso wasn't there to break the fall, I bet the Comanche would have received its first dent.

But, I digress.  Look again at that picture. After the collapse, I decided I would build a shelf to hold whatever I wanted.  If I wanted an engine up there, it'd hold it.  So, I completed the demolition of the tow-shelf.  Maybe I got hit harder than normal.  Maybe taking it apart with a 20oz claw hammer and a screwdriver wasn't the best of ideas.  I was wishing I had a cat's paw and a crow bar, let me tell you.

Anyway, 95 degrees out, and 6 hours and a mild concussion later, that is what I had.  And, all those little things on the driveway?  Yeah, nails, screws or whatever the idjit that put the shelf together had laying around.

Another 3 hours and some 30 stripped phillips head screws later, and I threw in the towell.  Why was it I liked working with wood again?