A Glimpse Into My Life

Back in my childhood years, my dad built all our toys by hand. He mounted a 5 horsepower, pull-start Briggs and Stratton engine on the go-cart frame he welded together.  The frame was lower than the axles to help keep it from turning over.…

Brett was a member of my dad’s scout troop for several years.  He was born with his right arm shriveled with just a few fingers, and his right leg was shorter than his left.  He loved to run, but it was mostly a hop and a drag, and his mother…

My grandfather was a carpenter/farmer.  He had run his thumbs through the jointer so many times that his thumbnails were the shape of sharpened pencils. My love for woodworking began early in my life.  Woodshop was a favorite class…