That wrench was kind of a trip. Somebody cut it out of 2" plate steel!! Are you kidding?
I once made a 4' comb and pair of scissors for a beauty shop door. But I did it out of 3/8" plywood and painted it.
It hung there on the door through the next 3 tenants (beauty shop didn't last long), some 15 years or more.
I'm not old enough to remember too much history, I guess. We "Ducked and Covered" under our little plywood desks at school, while Tinker Airforce base, a number 1 nuclear target, was 25 miles away.
We all knew it was pointlessly stupid even in the 2nd grade.
Telephone exchanges had names. Mine was riverside, rs on the dial. My grandparents had webster, we. Like in webster9, 2322.
We lived in Oklahoma without air conditioning. Had a big attic fan though and I loved that thing.
I remember big veneered boxes with some attention to detail, and little bitty black and white tv screens.
When the tv died people would pull it out and make the box into something else. My mom stored sewing material in one.
I remember hi-fi and hi-fi nuts who would painstakingly set up sound systems and then sit in front of it in a very precise spot for effect.
My occupation as a child was pop bottle picker-upper. 2 cents apiece was big money! I roamed far and wide with a little wagon.
yours Scott
