Photography, History and Whatever Else Strikes my Fancy.
I inherited this this old thing (over 50 years old, probably close to 60) along with many other old tools from my dad when he died in 1993. And for the entirety of those 29 years it was broken. It had become covered in greasy gunk from languishing in the bottom various tool boxes in that time. I never threw it out because it was dad’s and when I was four years old I had a particular fascination with using it to put staples in bits of scrap vinyl — something to play with to keep me out of the way and out of trouble as I hung around in my dad’s upholstery shop. Last week, while I was sick, I passed some time cleaning it and repairing it. I ordered a box of the unusual staples it uses that arrived today, and now my old “toy” is working again.