Don
09-26-2007, 02:36 AM
Hey, Guys. Well the tag-line sounds a little pretentious. I didn't come up with it and I don't know if thirty five years is enough to be an expert at anything.
But, sad as it may be, it's true. I've been in and around woodworking in some measure since I was fifteen (don't do the math, please) so that would make me an old fart by most, and a young guy by a few.
However, I've seen and done a lot. I'm not going to say that I'm the master of this or that, my interests have been too varied to dwell on any particular discipline too long.
I would say that I'm a problem solver and that's led me to where I am today really. I've always had a knack for seeing several steps down the road of any particular issue, project or plan. That's made me valuable to those that would exploit guys like me. Not valuable enough treat me like the genius that I am (cough, cough) but I feel that I've done pretty well to basically come from a public edumacation.
My first real summer job, besides mowing lawns, was with a screen and cabinet shop. My buddies and I were proud to have a regular job at a dollar fifty an hour. Unfortunately the job was digging a basement up under a house that was already built. The land sloped down to a large creek and we dug and tunneled into the leeward side as the foreman poured concrete and shored up the house. We'd fill wheelbarrows and roll them down to the creek to raise the bank.
Back then, I wasn't the well proportioned, muscular and athletic guy that I am today. Then, more a sickly, knock-kneed, weakling. More than once I ran screaming toward the embankment, hundreds of pounds of runaway wheelbarrow on the ends of skinny wrists. It always ended badly.
But after a summer of mixing mud, carrying blocks, digging holes and unloading trucks, much like Conan, "that which does not kill us makes us stronger," I survived.
I burned the kitchen one school morning. Put on a pot of water for something or another and went back to bed. Had turned the wrong burner on under a pan of grease that mom had left on the stove the night before. Seeing that mom had some insurance money, $327 to be exact, the boss offered to teach me how to use the machines at the back of the shop. He would allow me to rebuild the cabinets, get a little experience, and save the family fortune at the same time. I took to it like a duck to water.
So much so, he hung a tarp across the shop to keep the customers from seeing the 13 year old boy happily sawing, hammering and nailing away. I think they have labor laws against that today.
Since that time I've worked in old school architectural millwork shops and even had my own millwork business during the eighties. I'll have to get to know you better before I tell you that story.
I've ended up on the end of the latest technology that this trade has to offer. Computers, CNC equipment, software. I've done a little of all of it, I guess.
Einstein said something to the effect, that he didn't have to know everything, just how to find out what he needed to know. I believe that.
I've always told the boys that it didn't have to be perfect, just so close you couldn't tell the difference. That's good enough.
Anyway, this is not about me, it's about you and what you're doing or hope to do. Hopefully this forum will become an extended family to you like FFCobra.com has been to me these last years. If you get a chance, visit that place too, you'll see what I mean.
Hope to hear from ya.
All the best, Don
Welcome to WoodworkingBuzz.com, the newest Woodworking forum and community. Use this area of the discussion forum to post questions to me directly.
But, sad as it may be, it's true. I've been in and around woodworking in some measure since I was fifteen (don't do the math, please) so that would make me an old fart by most, and a young guy by a few.
However, I've seen and done a lot. I'm not going to say that I'm the master of this or that, my interests have been too varied to dwell on any particular discipline too long.
I would say that I'm a problem solver and that's led me to where I am today really. I've always had a knack for seeing several steps down the road of any particular issue, project or plan. That's made me valuable to those that would exploit guys like me. Not valuable enough treat me like the genius that I am (cough, cough) but I feel that I've done pretty well to basically come from a public edumacation.
My first real summer job, besides mowing lawns, was with a screen and cabinet shop. My buddies and I were proud to have a regular job at a dollar fifty an hour. Unfortunately the job was digging a basement up under a house that was already built. The land sloped down to a large creek and we dug and tunneled into the leeward side as the foreman poured concrete and shored up the house. We'd fill wheelbarrows and roll them down to the creek to raise the bank.
Back then, I wasn't the well proportioned, muscular and athletic guy that I am today. Then, more a sickly, knock-kneed, weakling. More than once I ran screaming toward the embankment, hundreds of pounds of runaway wheelbarrow on the ends of skinny wrists. It always ended badly.
But after a summer of mixing mud, carrying blocks, digging holes and unloading trucks, much like Conan, "that which does not kill us makes us stronger," I survived.
I burned the kitchen one school morning. Put on a pot of water for something or another and went back to bed. Had turned the wrong burner on under a pan of grease that mom had left on the stove the night before. Seeing that mom had some insurance money, $327 to be exact, the boss offered to teach me how to use the machines at the back of the shop. He would allow me to rebuild the cabinets, get a little experience, and save the family fortune at the same time. I took to it like a duck to water.
So much so, he hung a tarp across the shop to keep the customers from seeing the 13 year old boy happily sawing, hammering and nailing away. I think they have labor laws against that today.
Since that time I've worked in old school architectural millwork shops and even had my own millwork business during the eighties. I'll have to get to know you better before I tell you that story.
I've ended up on the end of the latest technology that this trade has to offer. Computers, CNC equipment, software. I've done a little of all of it, I guess.
Einstein said something to the effect, that he didn't have to know everything, just how to find out what he needed to know. I believe that.
I've always told the boys that it didn't have to be perfect, just so close you couldn't tell the difference. That's good enough.
Anyway, this is not about me, it's about you and what you're doing or hope to do. Hopefully this forum will become an extended family to you like FFCobra.com has been to me these last years. If you get a chance, visit that place too, you'll see what I mean.
Hope to hear from ya.
All the best, Don
Welcome to WoodworkingBuzz.com, the newest Woodworking forum and community. Use this area of the discussion forum to post questions to me directly.