I grew up on a farm in Idaho before all this fooforaw we have now. You know, cell phones, endless choices of television channels to choose from, etc. Looking back, it seemed like a lot of time was spent entertaining myself when I wasn’t helping out on the farm. One of my favorite past times was tinkering around in my dad’s shop making something. The die was cast at a young age. Now in my fifth decade, I’m still tinkering around in the shop. I make little pieces of leather out of big pieces and sometimes I put flowers on them. My work is therapeutic. I’d do it for free were it not for a few economic realities that stand in the way. The little bit of joy that I can bring to people’s lives through my work makes it worthwhile. Sincere thanks to all of you who have made it possible for me to do what I do…family, friends, customers, critics, and otherwise ‘fans’.
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