Went back to my old shop after 12 years, the block room shook me
Stopped by the place I apprenticed at back in 2011, the one on 5th and Main. The same wooden block still had my initials carved near the edge, but now it's got a band saw right next to it and they break down whole hogs with a power cutter. Nobody hand-saws briskets anymore, and even the oldest guy there, Dave, admitted he only uses his bone saw for show. I get the speed thing, but that rhythmic knife work is what taught me feel, not just force. Anyone else miss the click of a cleaver on a worn block over the hum of a motor?