Read this poem today with the students, from The Paris Review.

Favorite lines:

Once I entered, I never left
and never stopped going back;
and I’ve never got away from
the aura of toolshops.
It’s like my home ground,
it teaches me useless things,
it drowns me like nostalgia.

Tried to drive at the question of what will be there home ground in five years…what will be their “Tool Shop” when they get older.