As my loyal, loyal readers know (I see you, Dave. Don’t you have a meeting?), the move from the Sooner state saw most of my tools left behind in a defunct dairy bar on my parents’ rambling country estate. But now that we’ve settled back down into Mortgage-town, the remainder of my tools have managed to make their way into my garage.
First order of business, fix up my neglected old tablesaw. I bought a early-to-mid-80s Craftsman contractor saw at an auction a few years back. Plus, a friend and employer from way back in my construction days was retiring and generously gave me a nearly identical saw. I took the best parts of both saws and came up with Frankensaw: