Here’s a hack that, had I found it 20 years ago, would have made my construction worker father a happy man. As a teenager, I went through a two year period when I was fascinated by his innumerable saws, drills, sanders, and other power tools. Dad was pretty great about letting me experiment with the tools and would even bring home scrap lumber, for me, from whatever job site he was working on. What ticked him off, however, was the tangled pile of extension cords I would leave behind when I finished creating
beautiful and moving wooden sculptures sawdust.
Sadly, my dad died back in 2005, but I can still hear him yelling, “DAVID! Put down that damned’intendo and clean up this mess!,” followed by some choice profanity that I won’t repeat here. And, no, it was never Nintendo, but always the one word Damned’intendo. (Now that I’m writing it down, after all this time, I realize it could be another plane of Dante’s Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso, and Damned’intendo.)