RBC | I was a bit of an odd kid. (Nothing has changed, if you’re wondering.)
When I was around 4, we went to a hardware store to pick up a few things, and I was instantly enamored, but not with the power tools, the wall of paint chips, or the shiny bright array of light fixtures, like a regular kid. I was obsessed with the rubber O-rings. Black, tiny, stretchy, right at…
