I I've always had an appreciation for old work shops. This is a picture of the shop my wife's father toiled away in when he had a need to fix or build the odd or end around his farm. The tools that are left are familiar. My Dad's father had a tool shed I spent hours in squeezing things in the vice and cranking the handle of the drill press ( mounted on the wall in foreground right). Once in a while I would find a drill and try to punch a hole in a piece of wood. It was a tough go for a kid but the mechanism fascinated me. The crank drove bevel gears that turned the shaft the drill was chucked to. There was a cam that lifted a lever that shifted a ratchet at the top of the drill shaft which, in turn, caused the drill to be advanced a bit deeper into the thing I wanted to put a hole in. Things would go pretty smoothly until the drill got buried in the "workpiece". Since the drills I usually found were dull and the wood scrap dead dry and prob...