It was a Tuesday night in my garage. I was turning a maple bowl. I went for a final pass. […]

I still remember the smell of burnt fingertips from my first project. I tried to join two wires while holding

I still remember the frustration of trying to fix a simple broken headphone wire years ago. I was using a

I still recall that distinct smell. It wasn’t solder flux. It was the scent of my own knuckle hair singing

I used to think I was just bad at soldering. I remember sitting in my garage on a rainy Saturday,

I still remember the smell of my first soldering attempt. It wasn’t the sweet scent of pine flux. It was

You know that feeling of dread when you need to solder something in the driveway? I used to drag a

I still remember the smell of burning varnish. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in my garage. I was trying

I remember the exact moment I decided to upgrade my gear. It wasn’t a triumphant moment of finishing a project.

It was a Tuesday night in my garage. The air smelled like old flux and dust. The radio played low.