f someone walked up to me and told me I wasn’t a very smart man, I’d have a hard time arguing with them. There are often times when I do something jointer for sale locally. I immediately knew it was coming home with me. Should I have consulted with my wife? Probably. Was not doing so a dangerous move on my part? Certainly. However, I’ve always told myself that I’d eventually own a few stupidly large pieces of vintage woodworking machinery. I’m at the point where my biggest fear is that “eventually” will become “never.” Nope, not going to happen on my watch.
