When Joplin, Missouri, which is practically in our back yard, was hit by that mother of all Midwest tornadoes a few years ago, it was odd to see people out going to the mall as usual even though a quarter of their town just got blown off the map. Not being critical, it was just somehow surreal.
So without adding to the political commentary (and I’m sure there is plenty, not without reason), I interrupt my regularly scheduled blogging on this very humble site to pause in prayer:
To our brothers and sisters in France, our prayers and petitions are with you.
My tool box is not extensive. And over the years I have at least had the limited wisdom and resources to gather in a few more specimens to adorn my garage walls: an electric sander, an electric drill, an electric saw; good grief! Makes me appreciate our forebears prior to Ben Franklin’s little kite and key experiment. Some things I have procured only AFTER trying to accomplish the job using,…something else.
Failing to use the correct tool for the job can be not only inconvenient, but downright dangerous. A Phillips screwdriver does a lot better on a Phillips-head screw than, say, a table knife. Ask me how I know. I could give Continue reading “Hand me the drill, please”