I have a tool kit that is repository for what I would have at a workbench. It has an electric drill, and electric jigsaw, and bounties of wrenches and screwdrivers. For some inexplicable reason (weight?) the hammers are stacked in a different place. When I outgrew an earlier tool box, I went to a local woodworking shop (very up-market) and asked if they had tool boxes. As I looked around, I could see their inventory was table saws, table drills, and other industrial shop tools. They looked at me as if I had asked for something uncouth. I found my tool box at a good old all-purpose independent hardware store ... of course. Some of my fondest memories are of spending hot summer afternoons in the neighbors' basement with my buddy making things out of scrap lumber, most memorably an entire fleet of U.S. Navy ships from silhouettes in the Blue Jacket's Manual (the manual for enlisted sailors in the U.S. Navy). Small squares of window screen made radar antenna, nails with the heads cut off made main batteries (cannons), At one point, I made a pretty good biplane using some extra thin strips of plywood for the wings. I think I sawed a rubber toy soldier in half to make the pilot's torso glued in the cockpit.
