Good friend of mine is in town. Last night, I showed him the new "disco garage," which means I showed him the shelf I installed for my old TV, and the crappy old stereo I attached to it. He saw a beautiful board I made from a mahogany log I stole from a trashpile, and he fell in love with it. He can't believe I made this board. Now he wants to get out the planer and sled and make one for himself.
Is this how the sickness begins?
I keep seeing mahogany everywhere, waiting for the garbage trucks. I guess people are trimming their trees ahead of hurricane season. It's not my favorite wood, but you can't beat this price.