I have a different long and winding road for you to commit your imaginings
The picture on Andy Ts avatar-a charming spectacle, the young carpenter, joiner, cabinet maker-if you will
sleeves rolled up-and with a look of wisened determination about his brow.
Through the mist time moves back.
he's now 14yrs old, sporting a 'no messing' haircut, crafted by his own dear Mother not 2 days ago,
he carries a tin with a wire hooped handle and an apple in each pocket-today is his first day in the 'work-shoppe'
He's to be wrought and melded into the ways of the cabinetmaker, Chandler, sculptor.
See those lads over there ?, yes Johnny and his co horts, they're 3rd years, see how they preen and hone and polish
their blades-every lunch break, and also at home, look how those irons and steels glint like the teeth of a murderer-primed, dangerously sharp, enough to make the blood run dark and cold.
Those lads have a plane, some have 2, and several chisels each, and a pencil cleft behind their ears.
Soon Andy will be allowed to do this on his very own plane iron-
3 months of fetching, carrying, sweeping and scurrying like a runt at the bark of Johnny and the older dogs-and then he will have earned his cast Iron landau-which will skate and plough his future.
The top dogs don't seem to notice or bother with Andy, they have their own underlings, they are the Craftsmen.
Their art and skill in such high order that one never sees them hone, or polish, or preen their tools, maybe they dont ?,
maybe their mastery is such that when wielded in such esteem hands the iron yields to their will, like the great locomotives or steam liners of the day-the captain commands.
Like any cherished thing when first given-it is cared for, nurtured, embelished-loved.
When the Captain takes the helm, he knows his ship, the waters he has coarsed, the reefs and snags-and the destination.
When we look back we all have had new paths to beat, new experiences, new horizons, hurdles and pitfalls-we attain the finish line, destination, Port -by some degree or other, and along the way we had higher standards and goals to reach, Johnny and his pals ?
They might be in Port ?, still charting the same waters ?, or possibly still sneering at the new guy ?-don't matter, he is there to
set the measure.