Remarkable. My first band saw was a discarded meat-cutter as well, found by the roadside. After cleaning, painting, fabricating a table and several other parts, there were still too many *important* things missing. I never did get it to work right. It became the proverbial Rippen low-tension aluminum strung back, just staring back at me from the Lanai (sp?) behind the shop. At least it looked better than it did at the side of the road. Oooh! Just had a cold chill run down my back. Does this mean I'm starting to understand Ron's writing, and therefore have been on the list too long? >It all started back when the earth was young. I was cruising down an >intermittently navigable street, through a section of town populated by a >rather seedy compendium of temporary ,and, at times, nebulous, ethereal, >and/or downright indistinct business endeavors, when I espied a band >saw-like object ensconced within the arguably inexactly defined confines of >a sort of "discard purgatory" of items presumably awaiting deliverance into >a more permanent state of abandonment at the landfill. Sensing a potential >serendipitous acquisitional opportunity, I hove-to in anticipation of >inquiring within as to the availability of the sighted salvage item. [cut] Jim Harvey, RPT harvey@greenwood.net ________________________ -- someone who's been in the field too long.
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