I hate power tools.
Ever since I was young I had a mortal fear of them. This
seems odd because Dad loved his power tools. He was always using a jigsaw,
power drill, or the ever-so-frightening circular saw. I hated the circular saw.
I mean there you are holding a loud tool ready to rip off any body part that
even looked at it.
With this fear already entrenched in my psyche, I have no
idea why I took metal shop and wood shop in Junior high. Here they had tools
like a the band saw, lathe, and worse yet, the table saw. My theory is that the
table saw harkens back to the Middle Ages when they would use the rack to
torture people and then a saw to vivisect them.