Haiti 2019 Blog

Despite my lack of tools, we figured out how to make it fly. I lost about a half day getting set up. I ended up needing to use this old radial arm saw that I had tuned up a few years ago. It took three of us to figure out why it wouldn't fire up, until Jason found the tiny reset button that was covered in two years of...well, stuff that I prefer not to think about it too much. This was also where I found the tarantula nest... We were supplied plenty of wood. I had a bunch of 1 x 12's that were

We don't need no stinkin tools

My day started out pretty damn lovely. I lounged around in bed with my partner in this quaint boutique hotel in “the 20’s” as they call it now in New York City, near the Flatiron area, had a great breakfast downstairs in our hotel, and was off to Penn Station, having spent two great days shopping, seeing musicals on Broadway, and just bumping around the city with pretty decent weather. We arrived early at Penn Station, and Anna checked to see if we could catch an earlier train. Yes, we can.

The trip from heaven and hell

At first, I felt that my personal possessions had been graffitied…...that I had been a victim of tagging…. I hate vandalism. I hate is so bad. I hate the act worse than outright theft. Recently, a dear friend had her car vandalized, resulting in the car actually being totaled. I felt so angry and badly over this. I never had much growing up, and so everything I owned I took really good care of. This translated into my adulthood, and the manner with which I care for my tools and personal items.

A New Kind Of Art