Last night we're sitting down to dinner when someone knocks at the back door. After hitting the "Cujo reset" button on the dog, we open the door to find my neighbor, Tom, with this:
Despite my love for books, tech and toys nothing really beats second hand stuff, especially tools. They come with a built in provenance that no amount of blow molded cases and laser guided gadgetry can match. Heck, there are even a few repurposed silver (and I mean real silver) knives in here (we think for window glazing). Nothing in the Craftsman stable can top that.
I may not have a use for any of it right away (heck, half the tools I can't readily identify), I may even throw out some of the real beaters, but I could easily spend hours studying, cleaning and thoroughly enjoying even the most savagely beaten screwdriver in the bunch.
If you're looking for a gift for me this year, kindly skip the malls and start haunting flea markets and Craigslist ads. Where you see rust, I see gems.
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