I made it forty-three years ago, when I lived on Avenida Cinco de
Mayo, in Tijuana, Mexico, and had just one thin dime to rub
together. I begged wood from the lumberyard across the street,
nails and tools from a neighbor. Paint I found in another
neighbor's trash. I had a pencil to do the design, figuring, and
marking, and found a rag to spread the stain. Turns out the
borrowed carpenter's square was "square": off by a degree or so;
everything fit together not quite right, but good enough for
beggars' work.

Once completed, my bench served as a porch settee, a sawhorse, a
door-lock, and a bench-press bench. Also as a jack stand for
three or four different under-car projects. Never a squeak or
other complaint.

I don't remember ever packing it up for any of seven subsequent
changes of residence, but here it is, in use after all these
years, now discovering new value as part of a potting project.


Canon EOS 5D
Canon 70-200 f/2.8L IS @ 200mm
Nikon Circular Polarizer

1/50 @ f11
Exposure Bias -2


Resp'y,

Frank Sheffield


PS: I don't really like pigeons; just feed them so the local
Cooper's Hawks have an easy mark once in a while.