On the way back from Seattle, Rob, who knows what I like, took me to the Boeing Surplus Store. Oh my. The tools, the scrap titanium, the sheer volume of random oddities. It was glorious. I picked up a roll of reflective tape, some non-skid tread for our back steps, a ream of paper, and the world’s tiniest drill bits.
Gee, half price torque wrenches!? what young wife wouldn’t be tickled? That boy is such a traditionalist…