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At the edge of the slippery slope

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At the edge of the slippery slope

Edward in Vancouver

>Think I bought my first tool on a whim today, untill now I only bought after some careful consideration and much fingering of my trusty mayonaise jar, where I keep my tool money stashed.

Was at the flea market and spied an old Stanley # 94 marking guage. On the (-) side most of the nickel(?) plating is gone, one corner is chipped off and on one of the knives a previous owner has filed a double bevel point, the other two knives still have a single albiet beat up bevel. When checked against a machineist's square I'm able to slip a $5 note between the square and the side of the guage. Don't know if this is from just being beat up, or if the casting wasn't up to snuff.

On the + side I paid $5 for it, and I reckon I can squeeze some life out of it still. Though I haven't "graduated" to mortises yet, am I able to use this as a mortise marking guage? Is this a handy tool or just something to look at?

And on a side note, at the flea market was a guy, actually a priest, with several large containers of pocket knives and leatherman-like tools. Took a wild guess and asked him if he worked at the airport, he grins and tells me that the airrport security donates all the "sharpies" or non-allowable items to him, and he sells them, proceeds going back to charity. Picked up a Victorniox soldier's knife and a "swisstec" foldable pliars-type key chain.

Re: At the edge of the slippery slope

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Hah! What a memory you gave me.

woodburnbob

>...a priest, with several large containers of pocket knives...

In the 1950s, for 8 years I attended a Catholic elementary school. Knives, dirty pictures and little bottles of liquor attested to one's budding machismo, but were verboten, of course.

It was always intriguing to be at the front of the classroom near the nun's desk when she pulled open a drawer, for one would get a glimpse of several years worth of confiscated contraband. I can imagine that every few years, all the knives would be collected up in a gallon-sized pickle jar and presented to the parish priest for safe keeping...which was my immediate assumption before you unveiled the airport connection.

In those olden days, I may have had the sense that nuns, like Superman, could see through clothing, as I'd seen many a boy suddenly be stalked, captured, and then relieved of a cherished pocket knife moments before had been resting innocently in a pocket.

As an older fellow, I can now imagine that such feats of highly discriminating visual detection might have simply been a function of noticing a bulge off center (too far from one's crotch) and smaller than what the sisters were accustom to seeing.

Re: At the edge of the slippery slope

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Well, Edward, you've done it now!

Todd O. Cronkhite Maine Native, Presently Away

>Think I bought my first tool on a whim today

The TRAP has been sprung!, the grease upon the 'slope is so fresh that it glistens in the sunlight.

Another one rides the 'Slope!

Todd O.

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