The Sad Tale of Tom Turkey

Making Things Work

Warning: The following is not about woodworking, so if you wish to limit your reading to that subject, you may prefer to substitute an installment of Routers I Have Loved (my personal favorite was my 1980 Elu) or wait for Chris’s next post about Roman Workbenches (which I am, in all seriousness, eagerly anticipating). This anecdote was excised from Making Things Work on the grounds that too much of a good thing is, well, sometimes too much. It will be included in a future collection. Also, you probably won’t want to read this story while eating.

A few days after Thanksgiving, my phone rang. “Oh, hello, Nancy.” It was Andrew, my client at the time. His tone was suspiciously cheerful considering our recent contretemps over the installation of his 1.6 gallon per flush toilet.*

“Look, I hate to ask you, but there’s no one else I can call. I had…

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2 Responses to The Sad Tale of Tom Turkey

  1. wldrylie says:

    I think I would have preferred to read about your beloved routers. A retired Union Carpenter gave me an Elu 2721 1/2″ collet for sharpening his prized collection of Blue Ribbon Simonds saws. He didn’t like it, but that router is like an extension of my mind when I use it. I hope it lasts forever.
    He passed away four months after I sharpened his saws at the age of 101. At his funeral, he had his Masonic apron on and a rip and crosscut Simonds in leather saw cases tucked under each arm and his old carpenters dues/job book in his front breast pocket. Auf der Walz !


  2. oldbaleine says:

    Really? Buck up. After reading this, all I could think was CHW. CHDub: Can’t Handle it Whitey.
    Tom would have been better, and more respectfully buried in that sylvan setting than tossed in the trash for someone else to inter.
    Remember, O Man, of dust thou art, and to dust thou shalt return.


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