A New Saw Story
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been confronted with a photograph of yet another person whose hand has been rearranged by getting on the wrong side of a router or tablesaw blade. Like clockwork I then think of my kids who are 9 and 11, and I fight the compulsion to steer them clear of woodworking and woodworking machinery and experiment with base jumping, which I am sure is a lot safer.
It seems that my kids are a little too young to be let loose on my machines at this particular moment. But the day that they start asking about them is undeniably
