"Anyway, as Frank finished his piece, a beautiful entry bench/hall tree for coats and all that, I could see that he was satisfied with it. He gave a sort of smug smile to himself that he thought I didn't catch. It was beautiful and he is very skilled. Moreover he puts love and himself into everything he makes, a real craftsman. As we both oooh'd and ahhh'd over it and ran our fingers over it I asked him, 'So, Frank, how much you gonna sell this bad-boy for?' Frank just smiled. 'I'm not selling this, I can't. You know, it's too much of me, to much soul, too much devotion. I could never sell this, I'd either keep it for myself or give it to someone I loved.'"
