I have a few, purchased from estates.
Two men come to mind, I knew them both, suicides as
it turns out. As I use their tools I cannot but think of
them. So in some measure men live on in other men’s
minds. But who doesn’t know that and why do I bother
to mention it?
It could be, that to this day I find their tools as rock
solid as the men that owned them.
Islander.