Papa’s Woodshop
His first grandchild got an all heartwood cherry crib with turned spindles.
His second got a carved rocking horse.
His third got a rattle and a keepsake box.
His fourth got a rattle.
His fifth got a Walmart gift card.
Was That Me?
When the new guy showed up for work his first morning, the old cabinetmaker told him the most important shop rule.
“Try not to drop anything,” he said. “At my age, I’m required to make at least one rude noise every time I bend over.”
