I like Saturday mornings even when it means rolling into work before the sun rises. The hard part, getting out of bed, is over and now the world is mine. Out here in rural New England there isn't a lot of traffic at this hour; and there's a special kind of solitude that descends on me as I negotiate the miles of curvy two-lane road that leads to The Workshop.
Frost crunches underfoot as I walk to the door and take out my key. I can see just the slightest hint of daylight creeping over the roof of our 175 year-old mill building, the front of which is bathed in a freakish amber glow from the sodium lamp overhead.
I glance at the clock and then hurry on my way, work-boots thumping across century-old maple floors, flipping circuit-breakers and pushing magnetic start buttons—firing up the tools of the trade before the crew arrives.
Today's main objective is to put a little milage on the custom orders that are in house. We like to take a week or so off around the holidays this time of year, so it's important to put the instruments into a sequence that takes advantage of the extra curing time.
By the time I've made my rounds, Gary is already in the spray room tacking off the B12A that Dave has just completed. There are about seven instruments in various stages that need to be attended to, and Gary will begin with the ones that get the first nitro base coats. Then there will be some to color, and some that need topcoats.
As I write this, the light outside is chasing away the dark and I'm listening to the clank of the steam pipes and the creaking of the roof as the temperature changes. Most of the world is asleep at this hour, but we're making cool stuff. Yeah, it's too early for a weekend—and I love it.


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