Don’t believe what they say about newer being better. My home is equipped with appliances that are repaired and refurbished to be better than the original. When I was a new bride Wally told me not to throw away things that didn’t work anymore. An enthusiastic consumer, I never gave a thought to repair, always replacing the broken and shabby with new. Wally forever changed me. Now I am the beneficiary of the old, familiar appliances repaired, cleaned, and painted in great, new colors. Not only do I get to hang on to my old friends like my 12 year old depilatator, but also my dad’s rice cooker, bought when he and my mom divorced over 35 years ago. Not only does it work and look great, it reminds me how even my dad was irrevocably Japanized. These things are priceless. Wally has reclaimed many things from being tossed in some landfill. I have a crisp celery-green and white crockery slow cooker to complement the rice cooker and a chic pink Kenmore blender with a powerful motor of metal parts, no plastic gears; all one-of-a-kind and lovingly reconstructed to make my life easier.  I have a great affection for these machines. They are memorials of the past that also speak of the love that surrounds me today. In an age of entropy, where even nature seems to be losing, I have a hero in the quiet, patient, steadfastness of Wally’s creative impulse.