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Twenty-two years ago, it was Christmas tradition, on my wife's side of the family, to draw names for gift exchange.
The rules of the game that year stipulated that you had to make 'whatever' by hand.
My wife drew her sister's husband's name. That would be Dan.
What to do, what to do?
Once again, I came to the rescue.
I had some beautiful 7-ply maple stock in my shop.
With that wonderful grain and quality ply I, of course, opted to make a Tool Tote.
Brother Dan used that as it was designed. What? He used that beautiful, hand-crafted piece of art to put tools in? Oh, the humanity.
All joking aside, yes, he did.
And for that I shall be forever grateful to him for utilizing that 'tool'.
Brother Dan passed away in 2020.
A beautiful, outdoor service was held at the Veteran's cemetery a few miles east of K.C.
The military personnel and dozens of motorcycle riders were present.
It was an honorable moment for an honorable man.
He was a biker and I rode thousands of miles with him, his wife, my other brother in law and wife along with my wife.
He was a good man.
Momma, my wife, was up in the K.C. area this last week and her sister handed it to her and told her to take it home to me.
It's just a box made of wood to the rest of the world.
It's much more than that to me.
Thanx for reading this far if you made it.
bdGreen
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The rules of the game that year stipulated that you had to make 'whatever' by hand.
My wife drew her sister's husband's name. That would be Dan.
What to do, what to do?
Once again, I came to the rescue.

I had some beautiful 7-ply maple stock in my shop.
With that wonderful grain and quality ply I, of course, opted to make a Tool Tote.

Brother Dan used that as it was designed. What? He used that beautiful, hand-crafted piece of art to put tools in? Oh, the humanity.
All joking aside, yes, he did.
And for that I shall be forever grateful to him for utilizing that 'tool'.
Brother Dan passed away in 2020.
A beautiful, outdoor service was held at the Veteran's cemetery a few miles east of K.C.
The military personnel and dozens of motorcycle riders were present.
It was an honorable moment for an honorable man.
He was a biker and I rode thousands of miles with him, his wife, my other brother in law and wife along with my wife.
He was a good man.
Momma, my wife, was up in the K.C. area this last week and her sister handed it to her and told her to take it home to me.
It's just a box made of wood to the rest of the world.
It's much more than that to me.
Thanx for reading this far if you made it.

bdGreen
Tap on image to enlarge.




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