The Recorder - Sparks fly: Trish Crapo learns that, though loud and dirty, welding turns out to be a delicate task
I lowered the rod toward the piece of metal on the table in front of me. “Ready to weld,” I called. Then, louder, “Strike!” The welding rod was like a sparkler on steroids. Electricity shot from it, creating sparks that flew against my dark mask as I...