Almost thirty years ago, my oldest son was barely big enough to reach the keyboard. I was in school — taking programming classes, working through code — and whenever I stepped away, he'd sneak over and start banging at the keys. I'd come back to find he'd somehow copy-pasted fragments of my assignments. I saved every one of those sessions. Labeled them: JT's first software programs.
And I'd think to myself: Wouldn't it be something if someday we built things together. A little enterprise. JT's Workshop.
That idea never left. Every side project I picked up over the years, every new technology I explored on my own time — I always thought of it as workshop business, just waiting for the day the workshop was actually open.
Well. My son is finishing his degree and entering the industry as a software engineer. This is the workshop. This is where the projects live: apps, tools, open-source work, even a D&D campaign. All of it built under the banner of JT's Workshop.
All my boys share the JT initials with me. It only seemed right.