Just turned 65 this past December. That's when one is supposed to retire, right? Thing is, I've been working with wood for over 40 years now, I like what I do, and really don't want to quit doing it. Really, I just want to change the way I approach my work. I would like to be working in a quieter, more relaxed setting without the pressures of deadlines and payrolls. So, I am selling my present facility to my younger and up and coming furniture maker son-in-law and moving to a new one man shop I have under construction a short walk from my home. I'm really excited about these changes and the idyllic future that I envision in my new shop with music playing in the background, a grandchild in one corner building something out of my scraps, and my garden a few steps out the back door. Sounds pretty great, right? But, I do have to say that it isn't all happening without some emotion. I have been in my present location for almost 30 years now and figure I have spent over 70,000 hours here. That's a pretty good chunk of my life and it's hard not to be just a bit sentimental.