Weekly Editorial
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Back in the Groove
By now, most of you will know that our last eZine was our annual April Fool’s issue. Chock-full of sophomoric (or perhaps pre-sophomoric) humor, it engendered tons of observations from you: our eZine faithful.
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Spring is Coming … Later
Although we’ve had an exceptionally mild winter this year, yesterday we had a reminder that old man winter still has a few tricks up his sleeve. (Probably a Thinsulate™ parka of some sort.) In any case, I awoke to several inches of the heaviest, stickiest snow that I have ever encountered in my life.
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WJ’s First “Online Chat” a Success
As some of you may know, last Sunday night we hosted our very first online chat here at the Woodworker’s Journal. I must admit to some pre-chat jitters.
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Too Much of a Good Thing?
If you’re reading this week’s eZine on the actual day that it’s issued, you’ll be reading it on Valentine’s Day. The day of love for reading about the hobby you love: how cool is that?
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Learning to Woodwork
A question that I like to ask fellow woodworkers from time to time is: how did you begin woodworking? I was nearly born into the craft, as my dad and uncle owned a woodworking business.
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Homebound Fever
Rob’s dreams of summer inspire a fresh pairing of fishing and woodworking.
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A New Year of Woodworking
One advantage of reaching the august age of 50 years old is that I have become comfortable with my flaws and humble regarding my talents.
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Postcards from the Future
Last eZine I talked about turning 50 and asked the faithful what was in store for me as I (hopefully) continued to check off birthdays into the future.
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The Way of All Flesh (and Woodworkers)
This coming Sunday, December 11th, is my 50th birthday. Which is of no great importance in the big scheme of things, but growing older has affected my woodworking.
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Little Shop of Horrors
Some of you, with better memories than I possess, may remember that this summer – with much determination and bravado — I declared a firm date of the end of September to clean up my garage. (With the idea being that I could set it up properly as a workshop.) It turned out to be a stroke of good fortune that I failed to assign a year notation to that September deadline.