Tallbald
Buckeye
"Hello old friend. You're still looking powerful and good. Boy we had some great times, didn't we?" Don said under his breath to his buddy, as he lifted the Black and Decker 1179 corded drill off the shelf. "I've not asked for your help in years. But these 1/2 inch holes in thick sheet steel need your power just like back in the day". "What was it when I brought you home? Oh yeah. 1987... Mercy I was a proud homeowner that day..." he commented as he plugged in the compressor and blew accumulated dusts of time away from the motor's vents, where sparks would sometimes be visible and the smells of ozone emanated from brushes when under a heavy load.
Battery powered cordless drills supplanted some of the equipment in Don's shop. Convenience and light weight sang their siren's song to Don through the years, sort of becoming the old man's preferred tool for 98 percent of what the dedicated craftsman needed. He checked the keyed Jacob's chuck for function. "Let's do this Old Fella" he said out loud, as he inserted the 3/8 inch shank into the archaic, USA-made jaws, and plugged the grounded cord into a nearby receptacle. Mr Black and Mr Decker spooled up into life, as reliable as Don remembered. He grinned in remembrance and pride once again.
Battery powered cordless drills supplanted some of the equipment in Don's shop. Convenience and light weight sang their siren's song to Don through the years, sort of becoming the old man's preferred tool for 98 percent of what the dedicated craftsman needed. He checked the keyed Jacob's chuck for function. "Let's do this Old Fella" he said out loud, as he inserted the 3/8 inch shank into the archaic, USA-made jaws, and plugged the grounded cord into a nearby receptacle. Mr Black and Mr Decker spooled up into life, as reliable as Don remembered. He grinned in remembrance and pride once again.