The old forge on my street is now a coffee shop, and it got me thinking.
When I was a kid, Mr. Henderson ran a real blacksmith shop there, shoeing horses and fixing farm tools. Now, with all the power hammers and online tutorials, it's mostly hobbyists working in garages. I miss the smell of coal and the sound of hammer on anvil echoing down the block. Back then, you'd learn by watching, but today, everyone starts with YouTube videos instead of apprenticeships.