The Kinship of Tools When we bought the farm, the old man shook my hand, his grip still strong from a life of steady labor. We parted then and later that day I pulled open the drawer of a weathered workbench in the barn to find a collection of rusty tools reposing there, unused in many years. I laid them out to the light – eleven drill bits, a file, five box wrenches, a ball peen hammerhead, thirty-nine Allen wrenches,...
