I often cheat and use copper pipe scraps and a shop press...
Since divorce some years back my “garage” is the 8’ pickup bed with topper. Big as it is, a drill press wasn’t going to fit.
So, this brings us around to sons:
“Getting married, you are? Ah, excellent news! Talking about a house, my, that’s swell. It’ll be a grand thing won’t it, a house with garage, and a shop, with even a sewing room for the Mrs!”
You’ll note the tiny misdirection re,
she can sew, can she not?
(That tangent — Millenial wife — could take awhile to explain to a confused but dear old Dad).
A drill press
is still in my future.
I can say I’m enjoying coming home to enough supplies & tools to do not simply more electrical, but radio as well. Some things I’ve put off for years. A fine multimeter is this year.
Scrap will be in one of those cardboard steel-rimmed containers in someone’s Texas garage. Maybe even this year. (Remember those? Sort of like recalling cardboard oil cans). I’ll find one somewhere.
Has a couple of cars need radios, he does. That dream house, hmmm.
I get Ol’ Lightnin’ to galloping radio-wise (thanks for the needed name, HA), show him his mobile rig somehow works FAR BETTER on my prepped pickemup, well,
you really think that jarhead will accept that? (Ha!)
Had his choice of any bird the USMC flies as reward for being top of class. And I’ve not ever thought F-18 pilots less than competitive (though he flew Herks. Low, Slow. And Big . . . drag chute out the rear. That’s the real mission, IMO).
Mudduck, or . . . ?
Thanks.
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