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Bernie,
That sounds so familiar. I went through my dad's tools last winter. Picked out things I remember him using. He was so fastidious and kept things in his shop in perfect order. Dad grew up during the depression and never threw anything out. He had a drawer marked "scrap metal" and it was filled with little slivers of aluminum left over from fixing the siding on his house. It must have been worth all of 9 cents, but he kept it.
I brought the tools home and my employee stole them last fall. All those memories - gone.
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