Nilknarf News

We had a 13-inch TV in the kitchen, but it was a combo TV-VCR, and I think that some little kid poured something into one of its orifices. Not mentioning any names, but his initials are D-R-E-W. I have tried to fix it several times, and even had it going, but it doesn't last. I should probably throw it away, but I just can't force myself to do it.

I accumulate junk like that. Too good to throw away, so I put it somewhere until I get the time and inclination to fix it. I've got a basement full of stuff like that. Well, and fishing stuff. Why am I keeping fishing stuff? I haven't used it in three years, but I will never be able to admit that I'm not a fisherman anymore.

Duane, my high school buddy that I visited with last night, learned to be a machinist at trade school while I was learning to be a photographer. He was a machinist in the Marines, and he was a machinist at Goodyear for thirty-some years... and he has a helluva machine shop that he fools around in now that he's retired. Reminds me of my brother's wood shop, the ones that I've seen... I'm looking forward to seeing the new one that he's built.

But I got off track here... I used to really want a wood shop. Before Karen and I got married, I had a 24X36 garage, and I had it full of woodworking tools. When we moved into the house that we're in now, I gradually sold most of them, the only one that I have left is a radial arm saw, and I'm not really sure why I kept it, but it's still sitting out on the back deck, waiting to be used.

Anyways, all of these years of not having a shop and wanting one have kinda come full circle... at this point in my life, I don't really think that I want one.

Now, a computer shop, that is different, and that's pretty much what I've got, I guess. I have a bunch of old junk computers instead of a bunch of old tools.

I'm happy with what I've got, and that counts for a helluva lot. I don't really need to be jealous of anyone, after all, or to want what they've got....