He even had records — photos, receipts, serial numbers stamped into the lathe’s base by my father decades ago.
It took every dollar in my savings account, but three days later, every single tool was back on the pegboard, back in its rightful place, back where my father had left it.
Then I planned Marcus’s “grand opening” gift.
His business’s first official open house was two weeks later — the real one, the one with actual press coverage and a write-up in the local paper. I offered to help him set up,
