The guy at the front took my entrance ticket with his hook. He dropped it in a box marked for admission. I’m not kidding. I don’t know how he lost his hand; could have been anything, but the message was not lost on me. I’ve been working on a little shop in the basement. I have a few projects Id like to do, but this shit is really dangerous. I work with my hands for a living, loosing one would be bad. I don’t even like writing about it. Anyway… Craftsman display their wares in the front part. Many had 2 hands and their furniture and art displays were amazing. I saw one couch whose oak panels had been quarter sawn. This produces a rippling, tigerlike stripe in the wood. By fumigating the panels in ammonia this texture is further contrasted, producing a durable, very sold looking grain. I was glad I had my flannel on as I wanted to be part of the crowd. I’ve been letting my beard grow for weeks, and happily communicated with other beard owners like you can only really do between beards. In the main center, the din of activity stimulated my gray matter to to a fever pitch. I walked around a little but was afraid I was missing something good and had to back track. This is where all the latest and greatest tools, old toos, different kind of wood, bag give-aways, power tools, benches, lathes; everything you need for a full wooden erection. I bought a bunch of sandpaper, and some dark wood to contrast with the oak project Im doing in the basement… I got some magazines and met some really great people. I highly suggest the woodshow to anybody. It’s a fun time and a chance to see some wonderful art and appreciate the natural beauty of wood.