FLY YOUR DIY FLAG
Building projects in my first house was difficult at best. It just wasn’t possible to get a sheet of plywood down to my basement “workshop.” In that small space downstairs, cutting any board required skillful maneuvering—between the laundry area and the boiler. But I managed to knock together a lot of Adirondack chairs and window boxes working under the low-slung piping of the old boiler. We’ve matured, my workshops and me. Three houses later, I have a dedicated space for projects. By “dedicated,” I mean sometimes I can access the workbench without even moving two bicycles and the lawn mower. I’m your new Deputy Editor, and I’m thrilled and humbled to call Family Handyman my home. I may be the new guy in the office, but I feel like I already know…