Jerry's View: He just keeps rolling along
I'm not much of a craftsman. I admit it. I do like to tinker in the garage and I've owned nearly every type of woodworking tool to make everyone think I know what I'm doing. Crosscut saws, rip saws, band saws, table saws, hack saws. I never saw a saw I did not think I needed.
It wasn't always like that. My six thumbs were no challenge to my brother Russ. We once made sailboats to race at Peninsula Park wading pool, in Portland. Russ was gifted. His sleek sloop cut a fine figure. Its billowed sail moving briskly across the water. As captain of my boat, I should have scuttled it before launch. No one told me cardboard and balsa wood are not good in water.
With help from Mr. Turner I was able to make an end table for my mom in manual training at Jefferson High. I also participated in the construction of a clubhouse on Simpson St., right across from our house in a vacant lot. We cut holes in the front so we could sling shot rocks at the enemy. Since there were no enemies, I practiced hitting shrubs near our front porch. That backfired when a stray shot hit our front window. My slingshot was mysteriously missing soon after.