By Christopher Schwarz
Page: 10
From the June 2007 issue #162
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In the summer of 2002 I got to visit Sam Maloof’s new workshop and home in Southern California and was floored by three things: the tactile perfection of his work, the delicious pork tacos he fed us and the workbench that he and his employees work on.
Maloof’s workbench looked so much like a dining room table that we could have eaten the tacos there comfortably. The bench was the height of a dining table, had four tapered legs and four well-proportioned aprons beneath the maple top. The only workholding device was a patternmaker’s vise.
From the June 2007 issue #162
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