This is a reading of a poem I wrote on turning wood on a lathe
Our son Earl is visiting us and these pictures are taken on the Mexican border wall and from a scenic view in El Paso, Texas.
Wednesday, August 4, 2021
Here is a poem I have recorded regarding playing bridge.
I made a new pecan bowl. While attempting to make another one, my nice Oneway screw chuck broke off. I have decided to give up on pecan wood. It is just too hard to turn. Close to the hardest I have turned.