Walking home from our Sunday bagel run, we found a box of hammers. Hammers for $1 each. Of course, I had to buy one.
‘Don’t you have enough hammers?’ Holly asked?
‘Can you ever have enough hammers?’
They were all claw hammers of various quality and age. I bought what I felt was a nice 16oz’er with a fiberglass handle.
I love my neighborhood.
