Banishing electronics at the dinner table
Greetings from the Ridge.
It was a day that the old-timers say will live forever in Coonridge history. Mike Wiggins walked into the local cafe and plopped a heavy metal object down on the counter. “There it is, boys! The invention I’ve been waiting for my whole life!” Mike was our local mechanic and the thing he’d thumped down in the midst of the gathered locals was the town’s first crescent wrench. The adjustable wrench had been invented years ago, but the day it arrived in Coonridge was marked by a resounding chorus of joy, with farmers and mechanics no longer being forced to carry thirty tools around from job to job.