The life of a class traitor and peripatetic scouser.
Great article. I bet it smells great in that workshop, all those wood bits flying around.
Imagine the hours.
He has what we all seek, job satisfaction for life. As the world got bigger people became spoiled with unrealistic ambitions.
all wood, my son has done some furniture with skill i can only envy
Thank you for posting this delightful story.
Wow! That was lovely. I echo the thanks for posting this. My grandfather cut Ozark timber into blocks for furniture making all his life. I remember the smell of his sawmill-- such an earthy pleasure.
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