Router Table Project – Finishing Details

The table is essentially completed. I may round over the edges of the melamine top and use wipe-on poly for the cabinet.

I added the dust collection port to connect to my shop vac.

A rolling cart is to be built to bring the table height up to about 40 inches for ease of working while routing.

Router Table Project – Fence Painted and Notched

The fence painted and a center notch cut out to clear the tallest and widest bit I own. The end grain plywood part of the fence requires a lot of paint. I will probably add another coat or two to the end grain and edge grain.

A dust collection port is all that remains to the build for the table. A second project for the mobile base will begin shortly after completion of the table.

 

 

Router Table Project – Fence

Added two strips of T-track to the top and built a fence with bolts and star knobs to adjust the fence back and forward.

The top of the fence will get a piece of veneer to hide the end grain of the melamine and the plywood. A hole needs to be drilled into the fence to allow for the bits to operate properly. A larger hole will be added with an adapter for dust collection. I didn’t realize how much dust a router can produce doing the most basic cutting jobs.

 

 

 

 

Router Table Project – Drawer Pulls

Worked on the table a little today. Added the self-closing overlay hinges and created some drawer and door pull handles for some scrap walnut from another project. Just wanted to give a little contrast in color from the red oak the rest of the project is built of.

Hopefully tomorrow I’ll get the opportunity to use my palm router to cut a dado in the melamine top to install a set of T-tracks to mount the fence and dust collection apparatus to.

 

 

Router Table Project – Doors

Got the doors cutout and temporarily mounted to the router table body.  Still need to put on the hinges and the door pulls.

I actually used the router table to make the doors even though the table isn’t finished yet.  I can tell this table with the DeWalt 2HP router that accepts the 1/2 inch bits is really a good one.

The small folding table that I’ve been using to rest the router table on while I work on it is the second project that I ever completed.  It was constructed during a ten session class taken at Holmes Junior High School.  Each session was a one day a week 2 hour class about 4 years ago.

 

 

 

Router Table Project – Drawers

.The bottom section of the table is going to have a drawer and I cut the front, back, and sides to the correct dimensions. Cut a small rabbet near the bottom edge of all those pieces in order to slide a 1/4 inch sheet of plywood for the drawer bottom. Glued all the sides together with the bottom in place.

Next I edge joined two pieces of 3/4 inch red oak together to make the drawer front. Added drawer slides to the side and mounted the front fascia in place.

Going to work on the permanent drawer pull and adding doors above the drawer.  

 

Router Table Project – Jessem Lift

I received a new DeWalt router for Christmas to replace my old Craftsman router and table. The new router accepts 1/2 inch shaft bits and has a more powerful motor. The old Craftsman only accepted 1/4 inch shaft bits and came mounted in a small plastic table with a melamine top.

I’m in the process of building a new bench-top table and portable stand to complete the setup.

The router is mounted in a Jessem router lift that greatly improves the ease of changing bits and the accuracy of setting the height of the bit for various cuts.

The plans for the setup came from one of the Steve Ramsey courses to which I have enrolled. I am heavily modifying the plans but the bulk of the design is his idea. I like Steve’s designs because he, like me, is cheap. Oops, I mean financially conservative.

I may use some of the dust collection, fence, and feather boards from the old system, not sure at this point. I will add T-track guides to those parts if I eventually add those as planned

Nesting Chairs

I made three of these chairs as Christmas presents for family members from a template that I bought from Jay Bates.

The chairs come apart for easy transporting and are intended for camping, outdoor sporting events, or just extra when needed in the backyard or around the house.

These are made of 3/4 inch red oak and finished with a satin exterior oil based polyurethane.

The Guys | Udorn Thailand 1966-67

When i was updating this section about the year I spent in Thailand I read the various stories I had written and none of them talked in detail about the guys I hung-out with for nearly a year.

Most of these guys were African American, drafted with a two year commitment and really couldn’t wait to return back to the States to get on with their lives. The only difference between me and them was that I had enlisted and had an additional year tacked on to my commitment. The route we took to get there didn’t matter we just had to get through it.

Seay

One big brother from Texas, I think Houston, was named Seay. I can’t think of his first name which will be typical of the stories as I go through them. At this writing our last interaction was 53 years ago.

Seay thought he was a lover, a player, and any other cool name that fit the era. He couldn’t wait to get off duty, put on his bell bottoms and disco style shirt and head to town. Lord only knows what he did but when he came back to the barracks, if he did, he would be wasted.

He would give me a bad time because I rarely went to any of the clubs downtown, I preferred to stay at the compound and drink top shelf booze for 25 cents a shot.

One afternoon Seay stopped by my bunk with only a towel wrapped around his fat ass, put his foot up on my footlocker and commented about me reading a letter that I had received that morning. He said “Damn, Skip. You get a letter from your wife almost everyday. I don’t get shit. When I go to the mail-room I don’t even open my mailbox I just “peep-off” in there. Yeah, he said “peep-off”.

Doc

Doc was from South Carolina and had a drawl to go along with it. I can’t remember his first or last name now after 53 years. Doc, as the name implies, was a medic. We affectionately called him the “pecker checker”.

We played bid whist a lot to pass the time and Doc was one of the best whist players that I have had the pleasure of playing with or against. Which begs the question of why he would try to cheat if he could. He really didn’t have to but, he would renege given the chance.  Of course, everytime he was caught it was by mistake.  Right.

After the cards were dealt, Doc would slide down in his chair, eyes scanning left and right, and a big grin would come over his face like the Grinch. Now that wasn’t a tell, his hand could be terrific or horrible but the demeanor didn’t change.

Inevitably as the bids would go around the table Doc would tell the last bidder, no matter where they were in the sequence, that they had stole his “bud”. Of course he meant his “bid”, but his South Carolina drawl wouldn’t let him.

Tiger

Again I’m lost on the actual name but he named himself Tiger, we didn’t pin him with it. Tiger was about five foot six. Weighed about one hundred thirty pounds and thought he could kick anybody’s ass. Well that was after about one beer. Before drinking Tiger was a mild mannered quiet guy with a great sense of humor.

One could watch Tiger begin to change into a different person as he consumed alcohol. A pleasant face would slowly begin to turn dark, eyes would begin to glaze over and a smile became a smirk and the orneriness would begin. First a few playful fake jabs to the face of the person he happened to pick that day or night.

Fake jabs would began to get closer and closer to actual punches to the face so much that one would have to start blocking his blows and began to become very defensive. Usually protecting yourself only aggravated Tiger more and the punches would escalate until a full fight broke out or Tiger directed his attention to someone else.

Tiger did this to me on many occasions and usually I could get him to stop or I’d just leave the area until he found someone else to harass. On one occasion I couldn’t get him to stop or maybe I was just in a bad mood that day, Tiger and I had a real fight. This little guy was a scrapper but my height and weight were to my advantage plus the fact I hadn’t been drinking the way he had been. I must say that I kicked his ass pretty good but I guess he had a short memory because it wasn’t long after that day Tiger was back again with the fake jabs to my face.

Cool Breeze

Cool Breeze was from Los Angeles. Talked shit all the time about “I did this in LA, I did that in LA”. I’m from Compton, don’t mess with me.

Cool Breeze didn’t like living on the compound with the rest of us GI’s so like a lot of other guy’s he rented a bungalow off base. The rents were dirt cheap and on a E3 or above rank the  rent was doable.  

Cool Breeze and I worked some of the same shifts in a set of communications vans which were located a few klicks down the road on the large joint US and Thai Udorn AFB. 

He kept bugging me to come over to his rented bungalow to hangout and smoke weed with him.  I didn’t smoke weed, never had and thought that I never would.  Cool Breeze kept pleading, begging, prodding me to just take a hit off this “good shit” he bought from a Thai friend. He kept giving me some excellent bourbon he had stashed in a secret place in his solo bungalow.  

I was 22 years of age at this time and pretty much never succumbed to peer pressure but I finally gave in and took one hit.  Nothing happened so I took another and I knew right then that I had screwed up badly.  Before Cool Breeze could stop me I was out the bungalow door out into the streets running like a mad man three miles back to the army compound.  

Days afterwards I was telling Tiger, Doc, Seay, and some of the other guys about my experience and they just laughed.  They all knew that Cool Breeze fortified his “good shit” with more potion stuff that I don’t even want to know what it was.  


To read what happened follow this link. To be continued.