Don't Push That Button!
Résumé
I do not know if it is still the case, but up until
the end of the eighties, in southern Italy youngsters
were supposed to spend part of their summer in a
craft workshop. My grandfather was a woodworker;
so it’s normal that I was attempting to learn his
art. His voice saying “Arricetta!” came as a relief
as well as an annoying signal. The work day was over.
Or better said, almost over. Before leaving, I had to
see to a last, puzzling, duty. Somebody had to deal
with all the tools, the screws, the nails, and the jars
of glue left on the work benches, as well as all the
wood leftovers and the sawdust scattered all around
the workshop. Nothing seemed dumber to me. The
next day, I started over, the same messiness having
arrived again. Among all the tools to take care of,
while doing that nonsense activity, there was one that
I really liked: the marking gauge.
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