Interesting history. I know I have circumvented the “permitting practice” whenever I could. The narrator states several times the reason for the sudden onslaught of the permitting process, my take is control, pure and simple, control and envy of what you have and may have and a way to tax and fee the ever-loving crap out of you. The first vestiges of a HOA.
I spent the day over at my brothers place yesterday, doing laundry and helping him mount metal signs on the walls. While we were sitting down with a cup of joe, he pulled out this 4″ Sears vise he had bought 30 years ago and wanted to mount it. This is his first garage he has owned from 47 of marriage. The vice is a Sears, #506-51776 and we looked it up and it was made from 1947 to 1955. He is going to clean the surface rust and paint it the original colors of black and red jaws. You can’t find iron like this anymore, it is solid and swivels and the jaws open smoothly. Sitting in front is a railroad track fashioned into an anvil that Phil had made and gave it to me a couple of years ago and as I live in an apartment it had better use and utility at his place and has come in handy on several projects already.
This is part of the walls to mount the metal signs. I had bought the bottle cap opener from Napa Auto as a stocking stuffer for my brother. We use to have to go into the kitchen to get the church key to take a break and slurp some suds. We got done mounting the rest of the signs and license plates. The 2P plate below is the plates that were on our dad’s 1955 Packard(we both have that plate) that we restored with our dad. The Lowes toy bucket is to collect the caps, works well at catching them. The picture below is my brother, Eric christening the opener with the first beer.
