My Dad built planes for Lockheed all his life. He spent every free moment in his wood/metal/whatever shop, building things like boats, tackle boxes, whatever out of wood, metal, fiberglass, whatever, or working on cars and outboard engines. Function allows trumped form, so a lot of his stuff wasn't "fine" but functioned perfectly. I remember him using the scary sharp technique on the table saw with sandpaper, c. 1960.
A couple phrases stick in my mind from my eartliest memories in the shop:
- "Dammit son, you're doing it bass-ackwards."
- "Go bring me the big hammer, the yellow-handled pliers, and a beer".
I still have the hammer and the yellow-handled pliers.
-ZzYzx "Zz Yzx" rhymes with "physics"; or " Isaacs" if you prefer.