Cross-posted from my new blog, 365 Jobs:
Monday, January 26, 1987
My son, Will, says he wants to build something and needs my help. Let's bear in mind: he's in nursery school. He's 4 years old.
He goes downstairs to the basement workshop. I follow. It's his first building project.
From the scrap pile he extracts a one foot 1x6.
He wants a hole exactly in the center of the 1x6. Little hands, big power drill. Together we hold it. Vroom.
Next from the scrap pile he extracts a 6 foot narrow strip of plywood. With two hands choked up on the 16 ounce hammer he whack-whack-whacks a single nail through the hole we drilled in the 1x6, attaching it to the narrow strip of plywood - not to the end like an airplane but somewhere near the center.
The 1x6 spins on the nail.
"What is it?" I ask.
"It's what I want," Will says.
Satisfied, we go upstairs.
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