A middle-aged woman at a gray metal desk looked up from her paperwork as I came toward her.

She wore a blue denim apron over a sweater.

“Can I help you find a room, sir?” she asked politely.

“I’m looking for the weekly woodworking group,” I said.

She turned a yellow paper sign-up sheet toward me and offered a black ballpoint pen.

“Line six, please.

Ten dollars covers your bench fee for the whole month.

We provide the hand chisels, sanders and cedar turning blocks.”