When I was a kid, my grandfather and my uncle had what I thought were the coolest tools I'd ever seen. They weren't locked away in metal boxes or cabinets, but carried with pride in open wooden toolboxes. At least I thought it was pride. To me it was something like a museum. As a grown man I now know it was probably just for easy access. But it was cool. I think we all agreed on that.
When I saw this toolbox come through the door at Garrett Wade, I remembered those days. The clang of the box hitting the floor. The smell of a hard day's work. The crack of a can at the end of the day. The wipe of a brow. A window air conditioner turning on. A tap on my head as I dug through the treasures that wooden box contained. Feeling like I could do anything.
I suspect this wooden tool tote rests on a floor somewhere in America today, while memories are created for another lucky kid.
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