When I was a senior in high school, a group of us had gone to a dance in a neighboring town. During the evening, a light rain combined with freezing ground temperatures to coat everything in about a quarter inch of ice. Any sensible fool would have stayed with friends until morning. Being a teenager, I attempted to drive my friends home.
I am a sucker for the tools section of any hardware or big-box store. I can't help but look at those chop saws, drill presses, band saws and table saws and wish they were mine.
As I write this, a couple of carpenters are squaring up and adjusting our 15-year old Pella windows. A couple of the windows have given us problems since they were installed, and others have gotten worse over time.
Last week, David from Omaha commented on how often we don't take a minute to find the right tool and use something else instead. He's very right about that; however, sometimes the right tool just can't be found.
