Who knew…

I moved to Colorado over a year ago. Found myself a “Colorado cabin” type home. Much to my pleasure it had an old woodworking shop that has since been feed epoxy flooring, new paint, shop lights and work benches.

Today is one of those days I would be back home in Maryland, in my two car garage freezing my ass off. Using a blast heater and going deaf.

But not today, today I get to work in the comfort of my new shop. While it’s snowing and freezing outside, I’m working in heat. The little wood burning stove glowing red and the fan pushing wonderful warmth.

The smell of carb cleaner in the air, some old school punk coming out of the speakers. Damn near perfect.

So glad I took the jump and moved here. Thanks colorado for having me.