Mountain or Marinized Molehill?
ver have a little project that “just growed,” as we say in the sunny South? The kind that starts out as a weekend thing and, before you know it, you’re into a month of weekends? Well, I was on the verge of concluding just such a lollapalooza the other day, getting ready to varnish a phalanx of teak-louvered cabinet doors I’d spent hourss forward cabin, when the sense of accomplishment I was starting to enjoy got hellishly sidetracked, all due to a perfectly reasonable idea.
