Ok, so it was like 10 years ago that I was at a book store on Duke of Gloucester street in Williamsburg, VA and I picked up one of the woodworking mags that was on the shelf. My then girlfriend (now wife) was getting a coffee or something and perusing the stacks. I crashed into a soft chair and started thumbing the pages of tools and projects and other standard stuff thats in these magazines and an old idea occurred to me, I like making stuff. I like making stuff out of wood. See, a long time before this I was a carpenter, I was a carpenter that was stuck working for an outfit that did fire restoration work. It was crap work. Dirty work. Uninspiring work. I didn’t know it at the time but what I was really suited for was finer work, like furniture or casework, or fine trim and finish work. I was a kid. I didn’t know what I wanted and had I worked for someone that was doing this kind of work and was really turned on by it I might have found my way to one of the good schools of furniture making out there or apprenticed for some master someplace. Who knows. I might have ended up broke and disillusioned, with a drinking problem. Anyway, as fate, and a few major detours in the road would have it I ended up with a career in aviation and a woodworking magazine in my hand and a soft cozy chair under my butt, in a book store on Duke of Gloucester street in Williamsburg, VA.