Hobbies Stories

I'm sitting at my workbench humming along with the song playing on the radio. My calloused hands trace the grains of the board sitting in front of me. The deep red oak wood is nothing shy of perfect. It is not heavy, not overly flexible, and this hardwood could last a lifetime. I smile as I reach for my well-used hand tools and continue humming with the radio. When I finish my task, the sun sets, and my workshop smells of...