Thanks Rob. I really appreciate your thoughts. So here I am, standing in my garage, the flames a red glow on the horizon. My wife and I are packing the car, having collected all our precious pictures of our daughter, videos, birth certificates, passports, insurance papers - anything we could think of. The kid and the dog are in the car as we prepare to evacuate. I look over to the corner of the garage. My stack of FESTOOLS sits there. My joy, my creative outlet, about to be melted into unrecognizable lumps of plastic and metal. My wife and I look at each other. Look back at the stack. Look into the trunk at the pile of boxes. What could we leave to fit the FESTOOLS in there? The pictures? No. The safe? No. The dog? No.
So they sat in the garage. A hard decision. The right decision. But a decision nonetheless.
Luckily our house is still standing, and we're back in it. A scary time. But the upside is that FESTOOLS are replaceable. Heck - I could get the new TF 55 EQ instead my old ATF 55...
Poto in San Diego