Woodworking was the therapy I didn’t know I Needed

My dad was a carpenter; I can only remember small pockets of time, but in those times, I remember him building some of the best furniture and toys from wood. I myself did not get bitten by the woodworking bug until I took shop class in the 8th grade. It (the bug) followed me around in the Army (building random shelves and tv stands more on the utilitarian side of things). Woodworking was therapeutic in a sometimes-stressful career such as the military. Everything came full circle back to woodworking once I retired. At the suggestion from my wife, I allow myself a year off to fully dedicate myself back to what I loved doing, and as they say...the rest is history.