My dad's workshop is 95% teared apart.
I have to rent the building.
So I had to move, sell, throw, gift all things inside.
One of the last things I brought home was his tool board.
Some things ache in strange ways, I miss him so much though I know he lives and visits me often in dreams.
Anyway I'm tearing apart this thing because it's good wood I will honour some way I don't know yet. Im planning some of it to read the grain and see if I can use it on an instrument. Or a really nice chest. Who knows...
Pd: the tiny plate with the number was nailed to it, perhaps you want to bet on that number in the lottery.