Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A 70 yr old recluse machinist/fabricator in the basement of the building I rent space in is closing his doors. The story is that he won the lottery years back and started living in his workspace, hiding his finances from everyone. They guy wouldn't even walk 50 yards to go to the bathroom, his shop smelled like piss and shit because there were buckets of human waste in every corner. He cut his leg a couple months back and never tended to it. Long story short, his family is shutting the shop down and moving him into a assisted living home (and he may lose the leg).
In comes the nephew to take care of moving his uncles stuff and clean the shop out. Bridgeport, Atlas lathe, and other misc stuff has been SCRAPPED! Man, I wanted to punch someone. Yesterday my shopmate Shawn got his hands on these two saws for next to nothing though. I'll be checking back with the nephew for a couple more bits.