Dear Galoots,

My name is Nate Meadows and I owe so many of you my life, quite
literally as you saved me from a very dark place. You all have shown
that you have exceptional character and courage as you reached out and
helped a stranger. That shows amazing bravery and faith. I would like to
fill the void alittle so that I am no longer a stranger in the dark. I
am 27 years old, a youngster among men here:). I am a twin with 5
brothers and three sisters. I was born in Susanville California. My
father is a Family Practitioner and my mother is a Family Psychologist.
I started working with wood when I was five. My father was and still is
building a huge timberframe home in the mountains for my mother. All the
lumber is off his own land. He would give me a chisel and mallet and let
me "work" on the cut offs and scrapes. All through grade school and
highschool I worked for him on the house. I learned to do everything
from framing, joinery, to roofing. I never stopped working on the house.
I even chopped of the tip of my thumb in his new Jet Table Saw when I
was home from college.

I quit college after two years, much to the disappointment of my parents
and joined the Army. It was what I was born to do. Almost very picture I
have of me when I was young shows my enthusiasm for the American
Military. I wanted to serve my flag and country. (Sounds like a clique
but it is true.)

I became a Combat Medic and deployed to Iraq in October 2003 with the
very first Army Stryker Brigade from Ft. Lewis. ("after the war was
over") I was wounded on October 9, 2004, my wife's birthday. I had been
in so many engagements and they almost got me three weeks before I was
going home.

Anyway, I really wanted to stay in the Army as it was where I belonged
so I hide the effects of my injury for as long as I could. I was re-
assigned to the Old Guard at Arlington National Cemetery where I was
able to wade the waters of time, but soon everything came crashing down.
I am now being retired from active duty and was struggling to grab life.
I literally did not want to exist anymore. The dark claws of depression
sank deeper into my mind and body each day. I was not sure what the heck
I was going to do.

During one of my visits with my doctor I was reminded of my love for
wood working. Almost nothing can beat the smell of sawdust in the air,
the feel of a smooth finished plank or the beauty of a figured board.
Its almost erotic. I didn't have a shop but the memoryinspired me to
find a way to "adapt and overcome" as they teach us in the army. This
was what I could do and be productive, busy and love it.

I decided to write some letters, swallow my enormous pride as best I
could and ask for help. Eddie of Adria Tools rescued me and introduced
me to you all. Just as I was a the edge of losing all hope you all came
to my aid.

I am now in a much brighter world. I have a beautiful wife of almost 8
years of marriage, a very brilliant 6 year old son and a healthy 7 month
old son. Each day is new. New friends come to stand behind me and help
me get my shop together. I am slowly graduating from the baby stages of
the shop and all of it is due to the kindness of people all over the
world, literally.

I owe a debt far greater than I could ever pay to all of you who had the
courage to believe in a stranger. Each tool is a spark of hope and each
kind word is healing medicine. I hope that this helps you know me
alittle better. I know there is so much more but I do not what to bore
you. If you have any question, seriously ask. It is the least I can do
to thank you for your kindness. I apologize for the lateness and I thank
each of you for your kindness support and generosity.

Very Respectfully and Gratefully,

Nate Meadows

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Nate,

>From one soldier to another, I salute you. Thank you for your service,
>and your determination to adapt, modify and overcome (yes, like any
>cliche, very true).

I totally agree with you on the healing aspect of woodworking,
particularly doing so with handtools. No more tailed demons reflecting
the crude & harsh aspect of our styrofoam cup throwaway culture. You
hang in there, buddy.

Nous Defions,

Mark Harrell ---- Nathanael Meadows  wrote:
> Dear Galoots,
>
> My name is Nate Meadows and I owe so many of you my life, quite
> literally as you saved me from a very dark place. You all have shown
> that you have exceptional character and courage as you reached out
> and helped a stranger. That shows amazing bravery and faith. I would
> like to fill the void alittle so that I am no longer a stranger in
> the dark.
>
> I am 27 years old, a youngster among men here:). I am a twin with 5
> brothers and three sisters. I was born in Susanville California. My
> father is a Family Practitioner and my mother is a Family
> Psychologist. I started working with wood when I was five. My father
> was and still is building a huge timberframe home in the mountains for
> my mother. All the lumber is off his own land. He would give me a
> chisel and mallet and let me "work" on the cut offs and scrapes.
>
> All through grade school and highschool I worked for him on the house.
> I learned to do everything from framing, joinery, to roofing. I never
> stopped working on the house. I even chopped of the tip of my thumb in
> his new Jet Table Saw when I was home from college.
>
> I quit college after two years, much to the disappointment of my
> parents and joined the Army. It was what I was born to do. Almost very
> picture I have of me when I was young shows my enthusiasm for the
> American Military. I wanted to serve my flag and country. (Sounds like
> a clique but it is true.)
>
> I became a Combat Medic and deployed to Iraq in October 2003 with the
> very first Army Stryker Brigade from Ft. Lewis. ("after the war was
> over") I was wounded on October 9, 2004, my wife's birthday. I had
> been in so many engagements and they almost got me three weeks before
> I was going home.
>
> Anyway, I really wanted to stay in the Army as it was where I
> belonged so I hide the effects of my injury for as long as I could. I
> was re-assigned to the Old Guard at Arlington National Cemetery where
> I was able to wade the waters of time, but soon everything came
> crashing down.
>
> I am now being retired from active duty and was struggling to grab
> life. I literally did not want to exist anymore. The dark claws of
> depression sank deeper into my mind and body each day. I was not sure
> what the heck I was going to do.
>
> During one of my visits with my doctor I was reminded of my love for
> wood working. Almost nothing can beat the smell of sawdust in the air,
> the feel of a smooth finished plank or the beauty of a figured board.
> Its almost erotic. I didn't have a shop but the memory inspired me to
> find a way to "adapt and overcome" as they teach us in the army. This
> was what I could do and be productive, busy and love it.
>
> I decided to write some letters, swallow my enormous pride as best I
> could and ask for help. Eddie of Adria Tools rescued me and introduced
> me to you all. Just as I was a the edge of losing all hope you all
> came to my aid.
>
> I am now in a much brighter world. I have a beautiful wife of almost 8
> years of marriage, a very brilliant 6 year old son and a healthy 7
> month old son. Each day is new. New friends come to stand behind me
> and help me get my shop together. I am slowly graduating from the baby
> stages of the shop and all of it is due to the kindness of people all
> over the world, literally.
>
> I owe a debt far greater than I could ever pay to all of you who had
> the courage to believe in a stranger. Each tool is a spark of hope and
> each kind word is healing medicine.
>
> I hope that this helps you know me alittle better. I know there is so
> much more but I do not what to bore you. If you have any question,
> seriously ask. It is the least I can do to thank you for your
> kindness.
>
> I apologize for the lateness and I thank each of you for your kindness
> support and generosity.
>
> Very Respectfully and Gratefully,
>
> Nate Meadows
>
>
> ----------------------------------------------------------------
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> aficionados, both collectors and users, to discuss the history, usage,
> value, location, availability, collectibility, and restoration of
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Hey, Nate! Glad to hear from you again. I was afraid we had lost you  
from this group.

If you are getting any woodworking done, or even started, let us know.  
Also if you are rehabbing any of the rust I or others sent you, let us  
know about that too. We love to hear about that stuff.

I think you will find the fellowship here to be good therapy. I know I  
do.

On May 29, 2008, at 10:13 AM, Nathanael Meadows wrote:

> Dear Galoots,
>
> My name is Nate Meadows and I owe so many of you my
> life, quite literally as you saved me from a very dark
> place. You all have shown that you have exceptional
> character and courage as you reached out and helped a
> stranger. That shows amazing bravery and faith. I
> would like to fill the void alittle so that I am no
> longer a stranger in the dark.
>
> I am 27 years old, a youngster among men here:). I am
> a twin with 5 brothers and three sisters. I was born
> in Susanville California. My father is a Family
> Practitioner and my mother is a Family Psychologist. I
> started working with wood when I was five. My father
> was and still is building a huge timberframe home in
> the mountains for my mother. All the lumber is off his
> own land. He would give me a chisel and mallet and let
> me "work" on the cut offs and scrapes.
>
> All through grade school and highschool I worked for
> him on the house. I learned to do everything from
> framing, joinery, to roofing. I never stopped working
> on the house. I even chopped of the tip of my thumb in
> his new Jet Table Saw when I was home from college.
>
> I quit college after two years, much to the
> disappointment of my parents and joined the Army. It
> was what I was born to do. Almost very picture I have
> of me when I was young shows my enthusiasm for the
> American Military. I wanted to serve my flag and
> country. (Sounds like a clique but it is true.)
>
> I became a Combat Medic and deployed to Iraq in
> October 2003 with the very first Army Stryker Brigade
> from Ft. Lewis. ("after the war was over") I was
> wounded on October 9, 2004, my wife's birthday. I had
> been in so many engagements and they almost got me
> three weeks before I was going home.
>
> Anyway, I really wanted to stay in the Army as it was
> where I belonged so I hide the effects of my injury
> for as long as I could. I was re-assigned to the Old
> Guard at Arlington National Cemetery where I was able
> to wade the waters of time, but soon everything came
> crashing down.
>
> I am now being retired from active duty and was
> struggling to grab life. I literally did not want to
> exist anymore. The dark claws of depression sank
> deeper into my mind and body each day. I was not sure
> what the heck I was going to do.
>
> During one of my visits with my doctor I was reminded
> of my love for wood working. Almost nothing can beat
> the smell of sawdust in the air, the feel of a smooth
> finished plank or the beauty of a figured board. Its
> almost erotic. I didn't have a shop but the memory
> inspired me to find a way to "adapt and overcome" as
> they teach us in the army. This was what I could do
> and be productive, busy and love it.
>
> I decided to write some letters, swallow my enormous
> pride as best I could and ask for help. Eddie of Adria
> Tools rescued me and introduced me to you all. Just as
> I was a the edge of losing all hope you all came to my
> aid.
>
> I am now in a much brighter world. I have a beautiful
> wife of almost 8 years of marriage, a very brilliant 6
> year old son and a healthy 7 month old son. Each day
> is new. New friends come to stand behind me and help
> me get my shop together. I am slowly graduating from
> the baby stages of the shop and all of it is due to
> the kindness of people all over the world, literally.
>
> I owe a debt far greater than I could ever pay to all
> of you who had the courage to believe in a stranger.
> Each tool is a spark of hope and each kind word is
> healing medicine.
>
> I hope that this helps you know me alittle better. I
> know there is so much more but I do  not what to bore
> you. If you have any question, seriously ask. It is
> the least I can do to thank you for your kindness.
>
> I apologize for the lateness and I thank each of you
> for your kindness support and generosity.
>
> Very Respectfully and Gratefully,
>
> Nate Meadows
>
>

The Oldmillrat in Riverside CA

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Welcome Nate. Don't be a stranger. Plenty of expertise here to answer
most any question.

Saw the article from FWW. Nice write-up. http://blogs.taunton.com/n/blogs/blog.a
spx?webtag=fw-
editorsblog&entry and...thank you for your service.

Steve in NH

Nate writes....

"My name is Nate Meadows and I owe so many of you my life, quite
literally as you saved me from a very dark place. You all have shown
that you have exceptional character and courage as you reached out and
helped a stranger. That shows amazing bravery and faith. I would like to
fill the void alittle so that I am no longer a stranger in the
dark.......snippage"

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Nathanael Meadows wrote:

> My name is Nate Meadows and I owe so many of you my
> life, quite literally as you saved me from a very dark
> place. 

   You don't give yourself enough credit.  Others might have pointed the 
way, but you had to walk there yourself.  So you might have had 
cheerleaders, but you saved your own self.  Keep that in mind if you 
have trouble in the future - the strength is within _you_, and it always 
will be.

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Hey Nate You get home to see the folks much? I'm over the mountain and
through the woods from Susanville, but it's not all that far. I'm in the
book, kid. You get nearby, ring up and drop over. We'll play tools! Free
lessons and probably send you home with a little something to get you a
bit further down the road. yours, Scott

*******************************
   Scott Grandstaff Box 409 Happy Camp, Ca 96039 scottg@s...
   http://www.snowcrest.net/kitty/sgrandstaff/
   http://www.snowcrest.net/kitty/hpages/index.html

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Welcome Nate. You and I have talked at PATINA so you know how I feel 
about you asking for whatever help you need anytime you need it.

As for you Galoots, well, ya done good. From what he's told me, Nate is 
off to a terrific start OTwise thanks to a friendly but forceful shove 
down the slope received from us. I'm guessing  - and not just hoping - 
that we'll hear from him again.

Cheers,

Rick Yochim
Purcellville, VA

Who completely understands but still marvels that Nate thinks he owes us 
any gratitude.

> Dear Galoots,
>
> My name is Nate Meadows and I owe so many of you my
> life, quite literally as you saved me from a very dark
> place. You all have shown that you have exceptional
> character and courage as you reached out and helped a
> stranger. That shows amazing bravery and faith. I
> would like to fill the void alittle so that I am no
> longer a stranger in the dark.
>
> I am 27 years old, a youngster among men here:). I am
> a twin with 5 brothers and three sisters. I was born
> in Susanville California. My father is a Family
> Practitioner and my mother is a Family Psychologist. I
> started working with wood when I was five. My father
> was and still is building a huge timberframe home in
> the mountains for my mother. All the lumber is off his
> own land. He would give me a chisel and mallet and let
> me "work" on the cut offs and scrapes.
>
> All through grade school and highschool I worked for
> him on the house. I learned to do everything from
> framing, joinery, to roofing. I never stopped working
> on the house. I even chopped of the tip of my thumb in
> his new Jet Table Saw when I was home from college.
>
> I quit college after two years, much to the
> disappointment of my parents and joined the Army. It
> was what I was born to do. Almost very picture I have
> of me when I was young shows my enthusiasm for the
> American Military. I wanted to serve my flag and
> country. (Sounds like a clique but it is true.)
>
> I became a Combat Medic and deployed to Iraq in
> October 2003 with the very first Army Stryker Brigade
> from Ft. Lewis. ("after the war was over") I was
> wounded on October 9, 2004, my wife's birthday. I had
> been in so many engagements and they almost got me
> three weeks before I was going home.
>
> Anyway, I really wanted to stay in the Army as it was
> where I belonged so I hide the effects of my injury
> for as long as I could. I was re-assigned to the Old
> Guard at Arlington National Cemetery where I was able
> to wade the waters of time, but soon everything came
> crashing down.
>
> I am now being retired from active duty and was
> struggling to grab life. I literally did not want to
> exist anymore. The dark claws of depression sank
> deeper into my mind and body each day. I was not sure
> what the heck I was going to do.
>
> During one of my visits with my doctor I was reminded
> of my love for wood working. Almost nothing can beat
> the smell of sawdust in the air, the feel of a smooth
> finished plank or the beauty of a figured board. Its
> almost erotic. I didn't have a shop but the memory
> inspired me to find a way to "adapt and overcome" as
> they teach us in the army. This was what I could do
> and be productive, busy and love it.
>
> I decided to write some letters, swallow my enormous
> pride as best I could and ask for help. Eddie of Adria
> Tools rescued me and introduced me to you all. Just as
> I was a the edge of losing all hope you all came to my
> aid.
>
> I am now in a much brighter world. I have a beautiful
> wife of almost 8 years of marriage, a very brilliant 6
> year old son and a healthy 7 month old son. Each day
> is new. New friends come to stand behind me and help
> me get my shop together. I am slowly graduating from
> the baby stages of the shop and all of it is due to
> the kindness of people all over the world, literally.
>
> I owe a debt far greater than I could ever pay to all
> of you who had the courage to believe in a stranger.
> Each tool is a spark of hope and each kind word is
> healing medicine.
>
> I hope that this helps you know me alittle better. I
> know there is so much more but I do  not what to bore
> you. If you have any question, seriously ask. It is
> the least I can do to thank you for your kindness.
>
> I apologize for the lateness and I thank each of you
> for your kindness support and generosity.
>
> Very Respectfully and Gratefully,
>
> Nate Meadows
>
> 
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Another good reason to have a congregation time and place for all Galoots at
Patina!

Anthony M. Zaffuto, President
Metaltech, Inc.
3547 Watson Highway
DuBois, PA  15801
(814) 375-9399 Tel.
(814) 375-4199 Fax
tzmti@c...
(814) 541-5019 Cell

> -----Original Message-----
> From: oldtools-bounces@r... [mailto:oldtools-
> bounces@r...] On Behalf Of rickyo74
> Sent: Friday, May 30, 2008 1:28 PM
> To: oldtools@r...
> Subject: [OldTools] Re: My bio
> 
> Welcome Nate. You and I have talked at PATINA so you know how I feel
> about you asking for whatever help you need anytime you need it.
> 
> As for you Galoots, well, ya done good. From what he's told me, Nate is
> off to a terrific start OTwise thanks to a friendly but forceful shove
> down the slope received from us. I'm guessing  - and not just hoping -
> that we'll hear from him again.
> 
> Cheers,
> 
> Rick Yochim
> Purcellville, VA
> 
> Who completely understands but still marvels that Nate thinks he owes us
> any gratitude.
> 
> 
> > Dear Galoots,
> >
> > My name is Nate Meadows and I owe so many of you my
> > life, quite literally as you saved me from a very dark
> > place. You all have shown that you have exceptional
> > character and courage as you reached out and helped a
> > stranger. That shows amazing bravery and faith. I
> > would like to fill the void alittle so that I am no
> > longer a stranger in the dark.
> >
> > I am 27 years old, a youngster among men here:). I am
> > a twin with 5 brothers and three sisters. I was born
> > in Susanville California. My father is a Family
> > Practitioner and my mother is a Family Psychologist. I
> > started working with wood when I was five. My father
> > was and still is building a huge timberframe home in
> > the mountains for my mother. All the lumber is off his
> > own land. He would give me a chisel and mallet and let
> > me "work" on the cut offs and scrapes.
> >
> > All through grade school and highschool I worked for
> > him on the house. I learned to do everything from
> > framing, joinery, to roofing. I never stopped working
> > on the house. I even chopped of the tip of my thumb in
> > his new Jet Table Saw when I was home from college.
> >
> > I quit college after two years, much to the
> > disappointment of my parents and joined the Army. It
> > was what I was born to do. Almost very picture I have
> > of me when I was young shows my enthusiasm for the
> > American Military. I wanted to serve my flag and
> > country. (Sounds like a clique but it is true.)
> >
> > I became a Combat Medic and deployed to Iraq in
> > October 2003 with the very first Army Stryker Brigade
> > from Ft. Lewis. ("after the war was over") I was
> > wounded on October 9, 2004, my wife's birthday. I had
> > been in so many engagements and they almost got me
> > three weeks before I was going home.
> >
> > Anyway, I really wanted to stay in the Army as it was
> > where I belonged so I hide the effects of my injury
> > for as long as I could. I was re-assigned to the Old
> > Guard at Arlington National Cemetery where I was able
> > to wade the waters of time, but soon everything came
> > crashing down.
> >
> > I am now being retired from active duty and was
> > struggling to grab life. I literally did not want to
> > exist anymore. The dark claws of depression sank
> > deeper into my mind and body each day. I was not sure
> > what the heck I was going to do.
> >
> > During one of my visits with my doctor I was reminded
> > of my love for wood working. Almost nothing can beat
> > the smell of sawdust in the air, the feel of a smooth
> > finished plank or the beauty of a figured board. Its
> > almost erotic. I didn't have a shop but the memory
> > inspired me to find a way to "adapt and overcome" as
> > they teach us in the army. This was what I could do
> > and be productive, busy and love it.
> >
> > I decided to write some letters, swallow my enormous
> > pride as best I could and ask for help. Eddie of Adria
> > Tools rescued me and introduced me to you all. Just as
> > I was a the edge of losing all hope you all came to my
> > aid.
> >
> > I am now in a much brighter world. I have a beautiful
> > wife of almost 8 years of marriage, a very brilliant 6
> > year old son and a healthy 7 month old son. Each day
> > is new. New friends come to stand behind me and help
> > me get my shop together. I am slowly graduating from
> > the baby stages of the shop and all of it is due to
> > the kindness of people all over the world, literally.
> >
> > I owe a debt far greater than I could ever pay to all
> > of you who had the courage to believe in a stranger.
> > Each tool is a spark of hope and each kind word is
> > healing medicine.
> >
> > I hope that this helps you know me alittle better. I
> > know there is so much more but I do  not what to bore
> > you. If you have any question, seriously ask. It is
> > the least I can do to thank you for your kindness.
> >
> > I apologize for the lateness and I thank each of you
> > for your kindness support and generosity.
> >
> > Very Respectfully and Gratefully,
> >
> > Nate Meadows
> >
> >
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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> aficionados, both collectors and users, to discuss the history, usage,
> value, location, availability, collectibility, and restoration of
> traditional handtools, especially woodworking tools.
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Snip, per the FAQ, of Jim's bio... ...in the few weeks I've been on this
list, I gotten more information than I have in two years anywhere else!
____________
I know how you feel

Tools that I buy serve a useful function on my projects.
____________
The corollary - at least MY corollary - is that I don't undertake a
project that doesn't require another tool (or two)

Here are a few pictures of my shop.
http://picasaweb.google.com/jeshaw2/MyShop#_____________ Except for
those big hunks of iron, it looks great ;-)

Since they buy the tools and lumber for me, I go along with them.
_____________
Ahhh...the price one pays for being polite

I'm also interested in tool making which will lead into a bit of
blacksmithing. _____________ It appears you've found home, Welcome. A
hint as to where you have your shop might help (general location - city,
state or country??) Charlie Rodgers Clinton, Maryland
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Jim

It's a good thing you identified yourself, otherwise you might be pinged to 
death, or distraction.

1938-9 WAS a vintage year for producing Galoots, wasn't it?  (I'm 70 too).

Welcome to the porch, we need as many old F***s here as possible to keep the 
young'uns in line.

I'm impressed my your shopshots and work in progress.  My shop is nowhere 
near as photogenic as yours.

But I want to warn you of one thing, there appears to be a lot of bare bench 
top exposed.  You'd better hurry anc cover them with tools and projects; 
experiece has shown that the bench top seriously degrades if exposed to the 
open air.

Now the only thing I suggest is that you need to bring a lathe in there, 
just to add another slippery slope.

Walt C
Who can't get in his shop and is being foolish on the computer instead.

Jim introduced himself>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Galoots;

I recently began participating in this list without sharing my bio.  I think
I should do that for in the few weeks I've been on this list, I gotten more
information than I have in two years anywhere else!

I'm 70 yrs young and retired except for lecturing part-time at the local
college.  The lecturing helps pay for my toys 8-).  I've renewed my interest
in woodworking about two years ago and began a study of the craft in my
home.  My shop is only 14 ft. by 14 ft. with a 7 ft high ceiling.  I put up
a wall in the family room and brought in some electrons.  Wasn't long before
I discovered how much space stationary tools need;  they really didn't fit
to my shop (studio ?). Thus began my journey into heritage woodworking.

>>snip

Here are a few pictures of my shop.
http://picasaweb.google.com/jeshaw2/MyShop# It is still under construction.
The family and friends think their "projects" take a higher priority over
sprucing up the shop.  Since they buy the tools and lumber for me, I go
along with them.

I'm also interested in tool making which will lead into a bit of
blacksmithing.

And so, my journey continues...

Jim 

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Walt
[Assorted snips ]

I'm impressed my your shopshots and work in progress.  My shop is nowhere 
near as photogenic as yours.

When I built the partitioning wall, I wanted to make it out of Plexiglas to
make it appear like a history museum display of early Americana woodworking,
but the wife would not hear of it. Had to make it invisible from her side of
the wall.
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But I want to warn you of one thing, there appears to be a lot of bare bench

top exposed.  You'd better hurry anc cover them with tools and projects; 
experiece has shown that the bench top seriously degrades if exposed to the 
open air.

You caught me in a moment of weakness.  My other three benches are well
protected.
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Now the only thing I suggest is that you need to bring a lathe in there, 
just to add another slippery slope.

Over at the Senior Center Woodworking shop, I have "stand in line" access to
a lathe and other pieces of big iron and abused tools.  If I can figure out
how to fit it in, I might build a small spring pole lathe or perhaps a
treadle lathe made from an old Singer sewing machine;  a shaving horse will
come first I think.

Jim

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Greetings, Jim;

I thought I was the oldest geek on the Porch with 36 years of software 
development behind me.  But I'm still at it, so I may catch you yet.

OT content: computers! At least for Jim and me.

Steve
another Kokomo galoot

Jim Shaw wrote:
> Galoots:
>
> I've been learning a lot from the galoots on this 'porch', and I think it
> time for me to introduce and share a bit myself.  This is a very impressive
> mailing list.
>
> I've given a lot of thinking to why I'm working wood, buying old tools &
> fixing them up.  My conclusion is that I'm not a collector, but a user.
> Having spent 40 years working in a 'right brain' job (computer software
> development), I've discovered that I'm really 'left brained'
> (http://tinyurl.com/2u6nqa). 
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Jim Shaw wrote:


> I've discovered that I'm really 'left brained'
> (http://tinyurl.com/2u6nqa).



What if all I see is a naked lady?

~Jeff
near Memphis, TN
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Ah, you would still be using an Old Tool, and probably still within 
charter...

Tim
Rainy and warmish in NJ. This is weed growing season!

Jeff Thieme wrote:
> Jim Shaw wrote:
> 
>
>   
>> I've discovered that I'm really 'left brained'
>> (http://tinyurl.com/2u6nqa).
>>     
>
> 
>
> What if all I see is a naked lady?
>
> ~Jeff
> near Memphis, TN
>
>   
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It means that Yer brain has dropped too low in yer body!
Jim

-----Original Message-----
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To: oldtools
Subject: Re: [OldTools] My Bio

Jim Shaw wrote:


> I've discovered that I'm really 'left brained'
> (http://tinyurl.com/2u6nqa).



What if all I see is a naked lady?

~Jeff
near Memphis, TN
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