I don't know how other people move their stuff. The way I do it is (apparently) is to just dump everything I own into a number of random piles and then later go through it to see what's there.
I found this toy Porsche 356 that I rescued from the trash many years ago. I planned to restore it.
After looking at it again, I might just call it a Nash and pitch it.
I took some time out of the chaos of moving and moved this Wilton vise from my welding table to my basement shop. While I was at it, I cleaned it up and painted it. I don't know how old it is. I've owned it for 50 years or more. It's a good vise.
I came across a vise I made in shop class. Must have been 1968 or '69. I haven't seen it in years I had forgotten I even made it. Looking back, it was a pretty cool project. It was is pretty well rusted up, but I oiled it and got it loosened up. I'm not sure how strong it is, so I'm thinking about putting some soft jaws on it and using it for light work. I don't know whether to paint it or try to preserve the patina. It has never been painted.
Vicki has me remodeling her laundry room this week.
Pics later.
I came across another item that I won't post pictures of. It is the name plate I took off of the desk of the superintendent of schools when I was in 9th grade.
Backstory:
Some kid told his mother that I had roughed him up on the school bus. The supe came to gym class and told me to shower and come to his office. I showed up with my gym bag, he read me the riot act, and basically told me as a kid I was lower than whale droppings and he had called my mom to come to the school. The kid and his mother and showed up and it was like, "What's he doing here?" They got the wrong guy!! I was pissed, mostly about catching hell from my mom for having to leave work (she never did show up, for some reason). When the supe, the kid, and the mom went out of the office to find the real culprit I took my revenge. I slipped the walnut nameplate off of his desk and into my gym bag. Sixty years later and I still have not been apprehended.
