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| Our Boomer-In-Charge here at BBHQ, Hershel Chicowitz, writes frequently about current events... from a boomer perspective. He is sometimes funny, sometimes provocative, sometimes a little of each. We hope you get a kick out of our Boomer Essays. |
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I am in the midst of a massive home remodeling project. Actually, it is more of a phase of my life than a mere project. I've been working on it for the better part of a year, and there is no end in sight.
I'm an amateur weekend handyman. I like to work with my hands, though I am not particularly good at it. My introduction to making stuff was in a summer shop class at Byron Junior High in Shaker Heights, Ohio when I was about 13. (The instructor was Mr. Tapendee.) Yep; while the other kids were outside playing baseball, I was building a Scotty dog lamp. That's right; a Scotty dog lamp - you know, the little table-top lamp shaped like a dog with a plaid coat (that's why it's called a Scotty dog, folks). Anyway, you yank his tail, and the light goes on.
Really. Wait... I have a picture of him here:

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Yes, I still have it. Actually, I have two of them. The enhanced version
includes a piece of red felt in his mouth simulating a tongue, though it
is hard to see in this picture. You may note some ragged edges on his
tail. He got in a friendly tussle with my first Australian Shepherd, RJ,
and came out on the short end of the deal. At 14 I graduated from lamps to a footstool and then a tile table. For this class, the instructor was Mr. Woodell. (Yes; I have them, too. I donno' why you would want to see the pictures; but they are here.) |
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Scotty dogs are one thing; building an entertainment center is something entirely different. So before I began, I had to buy some tools. My father taught me not to blame the tools when I messed up a job. But you can't pound a nail in the wall with a screwdriver. Believe me, I have tried.
So last year I grabbed my credit card and my "must have" list, and headed down to the Home Depot: Disneyworld for the weekend woodshop warrior. We take it for granted, but Home Depot is a marvel of the free market system: so many tools, so little time.
Every guy remembers the first time he walked into a Home Depot. In my case, it was May.... 1987.... I think it was a Thursday. For me, it was just like the first time I opened a Playboy centerfold: all those tools - and all of them way out of my range. Still... I could ogle. And ogle, I did. Right out in the open.
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Actually, after a quarter century of ogling, I finally got a chance to
touch a real, live Playboy playmate - Miss July 1985. But that's strictly
a guy story; I'm sure you don't want to hear it.
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I am referencing Home Depot here 'cause it is my favorite. But Lowe's is
about the same. Actually, I think that Home Depot caters primarily to men
- it's a manly place. When I go there, I think of Quint,
the crusty fisherman in "Jaws":
Lowe's, however, is trying to appeal to the ladies as well as the men. That's fine. When I think of Lowe's, I picture Rosie O'Donnell with a hammer in her hand - a scary notion, but the thought usually passes quickly. If you pay close attention when you walk in the entrance to a Home Depot, you will notice the smell of musk. When you speak, your voice goes down an octave. You know you are in a man's place. The entrance to Lowe's, on the other hand, carries a faint whiff of... I believe it is huckleberry... or jasmine - "Tool Time" meets "Will and Grace."
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I donno... when I go to the grocery store I can always find what I want. Eggs: the dairy section. Meat: over there where it says "meat." But have you ever tried to find a dryer vent at Home Depot? It's like trying to find a vile of sarin gas in Iraq: No directions and no one around to help.
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Oh, I was not above asking for help. But I had yet to master the art of
getting the attention of a fine, knowledgeable, Home Depot associate. I
looked for the guy (or gal) wearing an orange shop apron (funny how they
call it an apron, huh?) - and I stood in line; there are always 2-3 people
standing around him. And I waited... and I waited... and I waited. I am not one of those pushy people who breaks in and says, "Can you tell me where I can find a dryer vent?" Nope; it's just not in me. I can't do that. But I have had guys just turn and walk away when it was my turn. The last time I tried, I backed the guy into a corner; when it was my turn, the schmuck yanked out his cell phone and called his girlfriend. Honest. I just don't have the touch. |
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Desperate times call for desperate measures. Failure was not an option. So the next time I went to Home Depot, I was prepared. If you have the same problem, take detailed notes, here, friends. This really works.
I figured that the way to get their attention was to let them know that I was serious about buying stuff - lotsa' stuff. I crammed twenty dollar bills in my shirt pocket. I practiced the "totally desperate" look in the mirror before I left home. And I was not afraid to use props:
Make no mistake, this was not a half-hearted effort. Sometimes you need to get their attention coming and going:
And sometimes you have to be very specific to ensure that they point you in the right direction:
Believe me, folks; it gets their attention. It works!
(But when you try to take pictures of it, it also gets you thrown out of the store.)
So after humiliating myself, I was amblin' down the tool aisle, minding my own business... when, out of the blue, it hits me! I glanced to the right and there it was, smack-dab at eye-level, sticking out like Raquel Welch's left... elbow: a basin wrench. That's right, friends, a basin wrench! Oh, but not just an ordinary basin wrench. Look at the package closely:
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It's a telescopic basin wrench!! Imagine that! What will
they think of next? And you can use it in English, Spanish and, I believe, Italian! I had to have one. I just had to! Now, mind you... I have not the slightest idea what a basin wrench is or what you are supposed to do with it. But it makes no difference. My impressive collection of tools now includes a basin wrench. $26.95. Oh, wait! Please don't tell me what it is for. Please, please! If I knew, I would have to find a project for it. I have a hunch it has something to do with plumbing. And me doing plumbing is like Michael Jordan singing a duet with Elton John. It is like putting Ted Kennedy behind the wheel of a car. It is not meant to be. Please, just let me wallow at the glory of the basin wrench hanging on my shelf. |
Oh - and a reciprocating saw. Rule number one of shop tools: you cannot have too many saws. Everybody should have a reciprocating saw. Nope; I don't know what it is for... something to do with cutting things. Doesn't matter... you cannot have too many saws.
I did not buy one of those; I was too close to hitting my credit limit. But in case my sister is reading this.... well, she now knows what to get me for Christmas.
Right now, I am working on an ottoman. I am not exactly sure what an ottoman is, but I am building one. If I ever finish it, I'll show you a picture.
Anyway, I'll be working on the remodeling phase of my life for at least the next 18 months. When I'm done, I'll invite you all down for a tour of the place. If you happen to be in the Tampa area, stop on by.
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We'll leave the light on for you.
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