December 16, 2008

Flamingo

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"I have been somewhat surprised at the number and variety of wooden things I’ve made in my life. I had forgotten about some of them. I’ve always had a love for wood and things made of wood. This interest probably began at the tender age of 4 when I remember sitting in my father’s lap in an outdoor swing-hammock in the yard at 178 Laurel Avenue, Arlington, New Jersey, the house where I was born, while he put the finishing touches on a little sailboat he had carved for me. As the years went by that little boat went through some hard times, especially in Jordan, New York, where I raised my own children and where it was left outdoors, forgotten, and buried in dirt and snow for more than two years. The boat still exists—minus a seat, mast, and sail—with the remnants of my father’s white and red paint clinging to the dried-out, rotted hull."

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