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Growing up I remember the times when my father would drag me to historic villages. Our family would spend hours , sometimes a whole day , going on tours, talking...

The funny thing about teaching a woodworking class is that I always come away learning a few things, about woodworking and about other woodworkers. I left Berea late Saturday afternoon,...

I don’t know if it’s my upbringing or some sort of deep-South formality that was transmitted to me via a Sonic cherry lime-aid, but I always wear a collard shirt...

This is my favorite picture of the ones I’ve taken while documenting the class. Here we’re routing out the cavities for the bolts that hold the workbench bases together.  ...

One of the things I’ve found pertinent to unearthing tools that might be introduced to the U.S. market, is to discover what’s available in Europe. It seems that European woodworkers...

I’ve taught eight woodworking classes this year, and I can tell you that every class has a Wednesday. This is the day when you work your hinder off (my hinder...

Have you ever been part of a lynch mob? Me neither. But I got a little taste of that today as we finished gluing up our workbench tops for the...

Woodworking is a solitary pursuit. Even at our shop at the magazine, it’s unusual for a couple of us to get together to work on something in the shop. Usually,...

Kelly Mehler and I both live in Kentucky, but his Kentucky is far different than mine. Tonight I packed up my truck in Ft. Mitchell , a suburb of Cincinnati...

In February 2005, John Wilson (whom you likely know from his Shaker box articles) wrote a story for us on building a “Sailor Girl”, a 12′-long boat made in just...

The San Diego Fine Woodworkers Association has invited me to come out and give a three-day seminar September 12, 13 and 14. This is one of the oldest and best...

  Every time I go to Atlanta or Las Vegas for one of the big woodworking shows, there’s always one tool that makes me think about selling my plasma in...