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After my gruesome dovetails of the day before (no, I don’t have any photos), I hoped I was done with disasters for the week in the class at the Marc Adams School of Woodworking.

Then my wife called.

We needed to ship out 18 boxes of books on a truck on Friday morning. The boxes were too heavy for her to move. I was in Indianapolis. She was in Northern Kentucky. So after class I got in the car and made the 90-mile drive home to move 500 pounds of books up from the basement.

As I was moving these boxes, I remembered something that made my bowels loosen a tad.

As soon as I finished the class at the Marc Adams School of Woodworking, I had to scoot down to North Carolina to shoot two episodes of “The Woodwright’s Shop” with Roy Underhill (and then teach for three days).


 

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