“My days of contorting to retrieve something as simple as a torque wrench from the vast pile of clutter are, thankfully, coming to an end.”
ontrary to what one might think, this has nothing to do with the intense combat armies endured within the Ardennes nearly eight decades ago, or the annual test of willpower against the tasty might of holiday snacks. No, this has to do with the constant struggle to minimize the introduction of—and/or maximize the purge of—more outdated,
