My neighbor who is a recent widow knocked on my door that afternoon. I have been helping her out, moving stuff and visiting with her. Anyway, she asked me to move a table which my son and I did. Then she asked me if I would like to have her late husbands vise which was mounted to his workbench in their garage. Her husband died this year at 93. He escaped Germany at the end of WW2 as the iron curtian was falling. Made it to the US where he became a nuclear engineer. Obvisously, the man was a tinkerer. There is a nail in the base to prevent from swivelling around that he put in it. You can see it in the second picture. I pointed this out to her. And she just said, "thats my Herb."

I am really touched to have his vise and plan to keep it til I die. There is something really special about old tools passed along. You can tell which side faced the gararge door all those years.