No wonder I wasn't all that successful in the girl department back then. Might have been related.
Dad wouldn't give us any drill bits to play with (good call Dad), but used plenty of dulling juice when we went to his office to get pained. Think the sets were down there from when he and his dad re-did their office, maybe he couldn't part with the old stuff, or had a retirement plan for our basement. But those things are almost art work, when you look at them today. White glass, polished steel, belt drive drills, and beautiful enamel. Classic stuff.