Don't know why it occurred to me to click on the photo, Charlie, but I'm so glad I did. What a beautiful tribute.
When I was in France 18 years ago I spent a couple days with the parents of a close friend. They lived in a village about an hour south of Paris in a lovely old house a block from the village church, which was built in the 14th century.
Like Carl, Pierre had all his tools in perfect order. As he showed me around his basement workshop, he held tool after tool up for my inspection, intoning in faulty English the year he'd acquired each: I got zees 'ammer een nineteen seurty-ett.
[I thought I'd replied to your comment from my phone. But I just realized that the comment didn't post. Sorry!]
I love this story. I didn't grow up using tools, which may explain the special appeal they hold for me now.
As for the "hidden" link, well, I sometimes feel weird about self-promotion. Going about it this way seems pretty passive-aggressive, though, with hindsight.
I know what you mean about passive aggression. Back when I used to post regularly, before Dad got sick, I would occasionally disallow comments - and then resent people for not commenting. :)
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When I was in France 18 years ago I spent a couple days with the parents of a close friend. They lived in a village about an hour south of Paris in a lovely old house a block from the village church, which was built in the 14th century.
Like Carl, Pierre had all his tools in perfect order. As he showed me around his basement workshop, he held tool after tool up for my inspection, intoning in faulty English the year he'd acquired each: I got zees 'ammer een nineteen seurty-ett.
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I love this story. I didn't grow up using tools, which may explain the special appeal they hold for me now.
As for the "hidden" link, well, I sometimes feel weird about self-promotion. Going about it this way seems pretty passive-aggressive, though, with hindsight.
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