Michel’s favorite childhood hammer that he purchased with his precious savings at 14 years old was not only his trusty tool when renovating Cowabunga, but it continued to pound away for years renovating our current, now fixed-up “fixer-upper” home. He tells me that this hammer manufactured in France over 50 years ago is rather distinctive. Being of French character, it sports (of course), a spirit contrary to that of a typical American hammer. (I guess that just goes with the territory.) "You see," Michel says, "American hammers have round heads with a claw on one end for removing nails. This French hammer has a squared-off head, almost 'mini sledge hammer-like', and no claw. It just hammers." It has followed him everywhere: from the north of France to the south, across the Atlantic, to the West Coast of the United States. He has “known” his hammer longer than me!