A couple of years ago, I was out in the workshop, and a fellow came up and asked me if I did outside work. I asked him what he had in mind, and he told me he had broken his favorite TV tray and wanted to know if I could repair it. He offered to pay me for the repair.
I explained something my father told me when I asked him if he would ever sell his creations. He said, "Son, the minute you charge for it, it becomes a job."
I never forgot that. I don't need a job. I had one, then I retired.
I told Wallace, (by then we had introduced ourselves) that I would be happy to fix his table as a favor only.
He agreed and went home to get the table.
Here is what he brought me.
I took the table completely apart. I then took the broken top and cut the damaged pieces. I needed two good edges to glue together. After the glue dried, I sanded the top to a nice finish. I also replaced some broken parts
While I was working on the top, my friend ordered a new dreaded LOGO.
All I needed to do, was to place the logo (carefully) on the repaired top and seal it with several coats of spray lacquer.