Hi, I’m Rick. I spent 22 years as a machinist in a small tool shop in Akron, Ohio, and I still look at old things the way the shop taught me to: who made this, how long did it take, and can it run again?
What I write about
- Finds: metal detecting, flea markets, yard sales and the stories behind what turns up.
- Collections and garage hobbies, from model railroads to the boxes of things nobody can throw away.
- Restoration: tools, machines and everyday objects people refuse to give up on.
Where my stories come from
My daughters gave me a metal detector for my 50th birthday. In the first two months it found 212 pull tabs and one Mercury dime, and I was hooked anyway. My old tackle box has three compartments: keepers, junk and “ask around,” for anything with a name or a tag on it.
The shop taught me respect for machines that just keep going. Our 1948 lathe, which the foreman called “the retiree,” outworked every new machine we bought.
How I write
I don’t write about what things are worth. I write about who made them and who kept them, and I only write about legal finds.
Off the clock
I live in Akron with my wife, Deb. Our basement holds a train layout called Phase One, which I started for Christmas 2009 and which my daughters say is still mostly chicken wire. Phase Two remains a rumor.
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