The Accordian of Accuracy!

Doing some work around my parents’ place in Aiken, SC and found this relic.

The folding carpenter’s ruler — the pre-tape measure. Back in the day, this was Excalibur in my grandfather’s hands. He’d snap it open with the authority of a samurai unsheathing a blade, measure twice, cut once, and remind me that precision wasn’t a suggestion, it was the law.

Now it just feels like holding a little piece of time — heavy, clunky, and perfect.