Today’s oldie is from May of 2009. I enjoy woodworking myself, but like Arlo I don’t seem to get around to all the projects I envision. My father had mixed feelings about my woodworking hobby. A man who worked with his hands himself, I think he took a bit of pride in my aptitude for carpentry. However, he repeatedly admonished me to be careful around my saws and various whirling blades. He worried that I’d injure my hands and jeopardize my career as a “draftsman.” He also took pride in my career, I’m sure, but he never could quite bring himself to call me a “cartoonist.”
