trying a pic of shop assistant

Thanks, Frank!!

Will in K.C.

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Pile-o-chisels in need of a rack 

Will in K.C.

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I'd say Lonnie...

Scott Burr in Ben Lomond CA

>Has great overall appeal. He has good taste in tools too.

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Brad in Ottawa

>Nonsense, Lonnie has lots of appeal! Just ask my shop help! Tippy or Milton would find him appealing as an appetizer!

Kidding aside... I do have a light question:

Does Lonnie like shavings and if so any preferences?

Brad

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Ernie Miller Topeka

>I would be carefull with that guy. Who was it that accidentaly cut off the tale of there cat on badger pond with a chisel? Class Any one? any one?

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Todd O. Cronkhite Native of Maine

>Hey Will, I have a rack for them, please send A.S.A.P. ;~)

Nice pile o' chisels, got 'em all sharp yet?

Todd O.

Not sure...

Scott Burr in Ben Lomond CA

>But was the cat's name Fluffly?

Was it this one? (thanks to the BP archive CD)

Andrew F in Australia

>For those needing a chuckle... -- Jason Tuinstra St. John In. -- Friday, 11 October 2002 8:50:00 PM

So Im down to my last tenon which needs to be fit into a round mortise. The chisels are freshly sharpened to a mirror finish using the scary sharp method. I respect their sharpness and have always tried to take great care in my work and my safety. After all, my wife and I were reflecting just the other day that Ive never been seriously hurt woodworking. Nothing more than a sliver really. Whats that old saying about eating crow?

Well last night, with a slip and an ouch, I created a nice holster for my chisel right there in the fatty part of my palm. Here is where the real fun began

Being the quick study that I am, I ran upstairs knowing with a keen sense that I would need stitches. One snag the door to the upstairs was somehow locked. Apparently my dear wife told the kids to make sure kitty stayed in the basement which was interpreted by them as lock the cat downstairs. You know how felines can open doors and all.

Anyway, no big deal, just yell. After going horse, I realized that no one was upstairs and further realized that your hand is a major reservoir for blood, that is, when there isnt a hole in it. Another realization came to me, my wife went for a walk with the kids so that they wouldnt have to listen to working downstairs.

Of course all the little lock opener thingies that come with the handles were gone, thats when my years of being submersed in cop dramas kicked in. Kick in the door old boy, I thought. And with a mighty thrust of my right foot and a Bruce Lee, Whaa, I came to yet another realization for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Translated: dont kick at something while your precariously positioned on the stairs. Coming to my senses, I thought, A-ha! Use the shoulder! Certainly Ive seen that somewhere as well. Sure enough, door popped up like nothing. Now I just have to track down my ride.

Long story short, my wife and I went to the hospital and quickly became the laughing stock of the ER. My pride was hurt as they probably though I was just some goofball dad trying to build a pinewood derby car. No, I was building a Shaker style headboard with walnut accents and solid cherry floating panels so that the wood is free to expand and contract honest.

At first the doctor was nervous that I might have seriously torn the thumb muscle, tendons or nerves, but it turned out that everything was okay. All in all, my wife and I had one of the best dates in a long time reliving the moment and laughing the whole time. It could have been worse, but it wasnt. We were thankful and we tried to express this through so good hearty laughter.

When we got home from the hospital, our great neighbors had cleaned up all the blood that I spilled on the stairs and humorously chalked out a body with our kids sidewalk chalk complete with my name. Ten stitches later, I hope you can find some humor in this as we did. And whatever you do, be careful with those blasted hand tools. I will certainly take even more care in the future. I want to make it at least another six years before any more accidents like this.

Have a safe weekend everyone. Im out of the game, per doctors order, for a few days. Now I get to read my new book, The Day I Became Uncool by Dan Zevin. It just seems apropos

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Will in K.C.

>Brad,

Actually, Lonnie prefers SYP shavings. He loves the long thin curly ones that come from a perfectly tuned plane working on a long board. We both would like to see more of that. He usually gets a steady diet of pine shavings that fall out of the power planer.

Will