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I was up at the workshop most of the day organizing tools...an amazing amount of tools. I completely wussed-out.
Instead of following the same advice I posted above, I boxed all the old, sentimental tools I inherited from my father and grandfather and moved them to the workshop attic, where they will no doubt be found by archeologists a millennium from now.
I even boxed the 50-year-old bottles of lubrication for the ancient electric sanders.
There's stuff and then there's stuff.
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1996 FJ80.
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