I got my most important lesson in running a woodworking business when I was starting in the craft in the 1990s.
My neighbor, Ed, had heard about a guy who sold wood – any species – for $1 a board foot in the wilds of Indiana. So, one day after work we drove out to the guy’s farm in my Volvo station wagon with a wad of cash.
It turned out the owner of the …
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