If you can make a silk purse out of a sow's ear...

...why can't you make an anvil out of a piece of rail? This is the way Keith's mind works. Most of the day from the safety of Taproot's 113.5 square foot retail store, which doubles as the company office, I've been listening to the grinder compete with Chopin's Nocturnes (later Moby) as Keith molds a reclaimed section of railroad rail in the image of what he envisions needing in the way of an anvil when we get, or build, the forge early next year. He has historically used a Mig welder to fabricate his designs, but will unprompted wax poetic on the topic of what a forge will do for Taproot. In the meantime, as an expecting parent paints the nursery, Keith prepares the anvil.