As some of you already know, my father in law passed away last week.
Although we got along well, he never really quite knew what to do with a son in law who had never hunted, never really fished, didn’t know how to use a chainsaw, and frankly was pretty crap at any manual task.
The same was true in reverse: I was fascinated by his workshop, with layers of well worn tools, shelves of toxics with specific purposes, and every screw and nut you could ever need. Well, that Norm could ever need. They were just photo subjects to me.
Good bye, Norm.