This sign hangs on my basement shop door. I didn’t know Don personally. I think he was the first husband of the lady we bought our house from before he passed away. I’ve never seriously considered removing it. I don’t know why exactly. I guess it feels sort of symbolic.

My shop was once his shop. Even though he’s long gone, there’s still at least one piece of evidence that he was here. One day it will be someone elses shop. Even though I’ll be gone, there will still be evidence of my work. The labor of past generations that went into making a house “home.”

Who would have thought woodworking could be so philosophical.