Arousal by the bucket
on the joys of greasy old tools
Skippy dropped a bucket on the bench top.
Take that knife if you want it.
The handle, the feel, the fit in my hand - oh this tool felt so perfect, so right.
I got it as part of an estate auction. The guy had literally hundreds of screwdrivers. Take anything you want from there..
I began to paw through the bucket.
He was right. There were a LOT of screwdrivers there. Some seemed odd.
Others?
They just felt good in the hand.
I liked these tools.
Their former owner?
He had good taste.
The tools he chose just felt right - their size, shape and weight?
They just felt good in the hand.
I put the knife in my truck. I could imagine myself whittling slab cuts later that evening. I was ready to head for home but was interrupted.
You see dear reader, it was then that I found the pliers.
They were sublime - drop forged, needle nose, no grips, a strong pivot but not too tight.
They moved effortlessly yet seemed to be reliable and tough.
Most of all though?
They felt good in the hand.
I could imagine being very hap…
