Comments by "Panama Fred" (@panamafred1) on "" video.

I'm 75 and it hurts my heart to walk into a big box store's "lumber" department. And it frustrates my workmanship ethics to use any of this junky wood. At ten-years old, I'd ride my bike to the local lumber yard. I still remember that Mr. Eddie would wait on me. He'd ask what I was building and always led me, and taught me along the way, to the right board. And when I asked for a pound of 8d common nails, he would ask, "Are these for your father or for your treehouse?" When I said, "treehouse," I now know that he would send me home with a very heavy pound-plus brown paper bag full of nails. With mentors like Mr. Eddie, it's no wonder that I had a long career as a carpenter. Oh how I yearn for the old days of the lumber business, although some good yards are keeping those days alive.
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@livingadamman7994 Yes, it made me an independent thinker alright. But now -- I am retired in the country of Panama. Schools here teach one thing -- memorization. No thinking whatsoever.
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@apocaRUFF Good idea, but at 76, I'm in the hammock!
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It was 70 miles to my grandmothers house. I was maybe four or five. I slept most of the way on the ledge at the back window of our big Chrysler. I didn't die. What a sad world we are living in now. @livingadamman7994
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@kawikalo As a self employed carpenter I had several helpers over the many years who learned so much from my teaching that they left me and went out on their own.
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