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I planned to take over the pottery shop. Where and Whobe were leaving it in place for awhile until I could replace at least some of it. I had some inheritance, not a whole lot from my paternal grandfather, both grandparents having died when I was in Greece. Still there was a lot of money I would have to spend, and I had to figure on using the inheritance to get me through if I could not find a room mate or I couldn't make any money from the shop. So I would need to economize.
The pottery wheels that were there were home-built, very primitive but serviceable. They were made of 4 two-by-twelve fir up-rights, two in the back which held the seat, and two in the front for the cross brace holding the top bearing and work table. These were kick wheels with a heavy concrete flywheels, which sat on a bearing atop a four-by-twelve cross brace on the floor.
There was a huge construction site sitting vacant at Army Street and 101, left from on-ramp and off-ramp construction that had been put in there. The site was fenced and unused for years, because Reagan the governor and who knows what local entities, wanted to put in another bridge across the bay, which would hook in to 101 at this spot. Think it was voted down twice maybe three times, but these types of developers give up only when it is imperative.
I jumped the fence to see what scraps I might be able to use to build pottery wheels. About all that was available was two-by-fours so I decided to design a wheel by use of those.
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