I never appreciated hardware until I worked for architects who would spend hours and hours sketching knobs and escutcheons to have them hand crafted. And then seeing them in the homes was even better, like a treasure hunt. All I’d ever known of hardware were the boring hours spent waiting for my father to find that one stupid thing he needed to get to fix something that never got fixed anyway. I hated the grease smells, the wood shaving smell, the rusty nails and screws. I did, however, get a kick out of the little weights used in fishing. But I digress. Point is, now I love going into places like E.R. Butler to see the hardware displayed like Trojan treasures. Which they are, considering they keep things in and out of all manner of doors and cabinets.