"built a birdhouse in high school" made me laugh.

But I'm sure it was a fine birdhouse.

I wonder what it is that makes so many of us want to work with wood. There must be some profound psychological explanation.

"Industrial Arts" classes were the only ones I enjoyed in high school. I was pretty messed up in the head, and I eventually got graduate degrees in language and literature. Yes, that messed up.

At any rate, planning my new woodshop gives me several hours of pleasure a week.