If you'd grown up on a farm in the country like I did and then moved to Chicago to pursue a career like I did, then you would miss the open spaces, the grass and the sunshine. You'd certainly miss the way you could as a kid, go fishing or ride your minibike or chase cows whenever the mood strikes, like my friends and I did.

The Cityboy Forge is a country place, but in the city. Anvils, welders, tools and just enough room to use them. Some things have changed though, the minibike is now a motorcycle, and the Forge has a big fridge to keep the gatorade cold. I haven't seen a cow around the place, but if I do, you'd better believe I'll write about it.

That's how Cityboy Forge came to be. Like a country boy forge, but in the city.