<snip of a report of a sweet wife>
Today, I dropped by Rockler to pick up a couple of more connectors for the
dust collector system that never ends. A fellow in my demographic is
standing in front of the X5 Unisaw, running his hand over the Bies, with a
whistful look in his eye. I tell him, it's nothing but a time sink, that
he'll be in the shop all of the time, building stuff. He says that he's
sold all his tools, and doesn't have room for such a saw. His wife, who I
hadn't noticed before, off to the other side, speaks up. "Honey, I think
that if we rearranged a few things, you could fit this saw in there. It
We joke about SWMBO at times. But often, they are priceless. His was.
And mine is.