THE DIY LIFE IS STRONG
My seventh-grade shop teacher opened the door to DIY in my mind. That year I attempted to make two things I just couldn’t get any other way: The first was a life-size model of Voltron’s sword; the second was an electric guitar. Mr. Westland gave me all the wood and moral support I needed without judgment. One turned out magnificently—handcarved out of solid wood, painted with lacquer and embellished with chrome. The other was a guitar. Well, it was in the shape of a guitar; let’s just leave it at that. But the spark in me was lit. At 16 I had the opportunity to refurbish a strange-looking electric bass. I was told it was worthless; they just wanted it playable again. So, not knowing what I didn’t know, I took on…