I acquired this vintage Rawlings umpire clicker a few years back. It has been a solid reminder to me to always keep track of what is going on, no matter how busy you are. Nobody can take an Ump seriously that doesn't know the count.
Don’t let its size fool you, this diminutive knife will make quick work of any task you throw its way. The tanto blade is razor sharp and sports a fine tip that requires the sheath to keep it under wraps. Perfect for piercing or slicing, the Tactical Mini Slik Knife is made for those who need an everyday carry knife that performs better and is more durable than others. Included is a small lanyard with a blue titanium bead to make it easy to carry around. ... check it out
This is my "Bailey" Jointer Plane. It dates somewhere in the early 1900's (pre-1935 for sure). Belonged to my great grandfather Sterling Jones.
It's not worth much other than the sentimental value. Love the simplicity of the design and the used patina of the steel and wood. He was a Freemason and I think these ... continue reading
Since I couldn’t choose my wife, kids or my French Bulldog, I choose my latest surfboard, which I received from our marketing director’s husband, Florian Saylor, who is a shaper in Los Angeles. The purpose in starting Freenote was to create an apparel company with a heartbeat where we all know exactly where the ... continue reading
This is a 1938 Gibson Mastertone passed down from my father last year with a case that has been covered in Bill Monroe Bluegrass stickers and tickets since the mid 70's. My mother actually went into labor with me while they were at the show in 1979. I used to sit in the case listening to my parents jam at house parties ... continue reading
My whole life growing up as a maker of things, I never really followed any rules or learned the right way of doing something. I would pick up a tool and not know what it was or what it was for, although I’d still use it in whatever way I could. This old chisel set handed down to me by my friends’ grandfather was ... continue reading