I've been at the Salem Rd. house in Weaverville, NC making a few improvements toward putting it out there as a vacation rental. One of the items on my punch list is installing bead board in the stairwell going to the basement.
As I'm ready to add the next board that runs across the point in the wall where the light switch is, I realize this will require the saber saw for the cut. I grab the saw along with the pouch of blades. I go about my business selecting a blade, making my cut and prepping the board for install. Just before I head to the stairwell, board in hand to nail it up, I stop to appreciate, actually gaze is more accurate, at the saber saw blade pouch. Understand this is something I've pulled out dozens of times to select a blade, but never paused to appreciate it, like today. It's Dear Ol Dad's saber saw pouch, he gave it to me years ago, along with many of his tools when he cleared out his shop in a downsizing move.
I suddenly realize just how special & unique this pouch is. I'm pretty sure No One else has one anything like it.
It's made of cloth, an original design, colorful and stitched together in a way that only a textile engineer might do. Well, one who also happens to be creative, imaginative, smart, fun, organized, honest, loving, has a sense of humor and is, all around, just a really great guy! So as I stop to appreciate this gem of an item I'm so lucky to have in my tool chest, I smile and say out loud "who does that", who has something like this as part of their shop tools? My Dad that's who! How fortunate am I to have a Dad like that.
