How Did I End Up Here?
There is no hobby more closely associated with men of advancing years than woodworking. As the albums I purchased on their release dates began to be reissued for their 25th anniversaries, I should have seen it coming. I am now a middle-aged man, I have co-workers who were not yet born when I graduated from highschool, and the society I once shaped is now being influenced by younger individuals of which I have difficulty relating to and understanding. How did I end up here, how did I suddenly find myself at the threshold of 'being old', and how did I find woodworking? Aging is just part of life, I don't intend to tackle the philosophy of aging, and will leave these questions as a rhetorical aids. Because it is my life's history that provides the answer to my third question. My father was an electrician and both of my grandfathers worked in skilled labor as a lineman and an operating engineer. Farther out on both sides of my family are more ...