I love that moment of secret when, late at night, I start reading my magazines about fine-crafted carpentry. Not as a distraction but as a way of figuring out how things have been made, and then as a way of imagining how I can make things in the future. I'm almost getting ready to draw out a blanket chest for my father and I to make together. He'll have no idea that it is something that I want to do when I present it to him. He doesn't know that I love making things, and seeing them used, and knowing that I was a part of the production. I am an industrialist at heart.