I feel at my best working wood with old  well-made tools, often my grandfathers and fathers handed down, planing through grain, peeling growth rings into shape and seeing a piece of well made furniture take shape.  Whether it was the smell of my grandfathers workshop or exploring tools and wood at my fathers workbench, or insistantly sharpening pencils in elementary school, amazed at the paper-thin shavings, or standing in the woods alone, woodworkng has always been an essential part of my life and to make things for people perpetuates and fulfills that need. 

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   Fortunately there is a renaissance out there now of doing things the old way.  Whether its blacksmithing, cabinetry, or simply living less wastefully, people seem to be reevaluating the way we do things. In a consumer throw away society, having the ability to make something, which won't need immediate replacing, is like swimming against the current, but back towards home.  Moving forward by going back.