Originally Posted by ButchAmmon
Honest? Being all sentimental and all that...

Going into my dad's workshop back in May of 2002, right after he passed away and sorted through things. My whole entire childhood was in that workshop dating back to the 60's.

Confession: I'm a full grown man, alright? Wife, kids, (now) grandkids, you know what I mean? Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Just as rough and tumble as the next guy... But let me tell you straight from the heart... That moment when you have "flashbacks" to childhood memories with you and your dad (right after he passed away) and you are in his workshop, sorting through things... I won't lie to you. I will tell it like it is: I broke down and bawled like a little girl. cry
I worked everyday since I was 17 in my dads storefront still do today.Him and my uncle between the 2 of them smoked Salem menthols Winston full flavor and Marlboro lights.Every inch of wood counter top edge is burnt black they’d put it in the edge and forget it was there.There both gone I have the memories but whoever winds up with those counter tops will want to know the story.