The first Oregon house I moved into had its start as a maintenance garage. A ton of remodeling had made it livable in the mid-70’s but I couldn’t see myself digesting anything that had been prepared on that kitchen counter. A future-thinking landlord had the counter replaced and a friend and I patched up the drywall behind it with a nice tile back splash.
I was fantasizing about a workbench at the other end of the laundry room out in the garage. Then, I had an idea…does it look familiar?
Man, I miss that workbench. It had the perfect surface for doing nasty projects with glues and varnishes and stuff. Ah, well, another garage comes, another workbench is born.
April 2007
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