I collect small parts. Nuts, bolts, screws, washers, nails, bushings, fasteners, fittings, plastic odds and ends, you name it – chances are I’ve got something like it. But why? Why keep that little protective plastic cover that came on that tube of epoxy I just bought??
Growing up, we had a neighbor, Bob. Bob was a war vet. Not just a war vet, but a POW vet. During WWII his plane collided with another American plane killing all but Bob and one other Army Air Corpsman. He was captured by the Nazis and went on to spend 18 months in Stalag 17B as a POW. Bob was a consummate American bad-ass serving in WWII, Korea, and Nam before retiring in 1973. Sadly, we lost Bob in 2004, but his legacy lives on.
I collect small parts. Nuts, bolts, screws, washers, nails, bushings, fasteners, fittings, plastic odds and ends, you name it – chances are I’ve got something like it. But why? Why keep that little protective plastic cover that came on that tube of epoxy I just bought??
Growing up, we had a neighbor, Bob. Bob was a war vet. Not just a war vet, but a POW vet. During WWII his plane collided with another American plane killing all but Bob and one other Army Air Corpsman. He was captured by the Nazis and went on to spend 18 months in Stalag 17B as a POW. Bob was a consummate American bad-ass serving in WWII, Korea, and Nam before retiring in 1973. Sadly, we lost Bob in 2004, but his legacy lives on.
