Thanks Hillbilly, and Russ, the long obsidian, I do not consider finished, but Eddie insisted it was. It is not even on the sides, and not balanced to my notion, but it is sharp, and will do the job, but I would have liked to even out the sides, but that six foot five, dark haired, muscled bound Ninja, said to leave it alone, so I did. Well, I don't mind the Yeller can beer, it was free, and I didn't even think to stop and bring a couple of six packs, and I feel bad about that, I don't know why I didn't , but I just arrived with the bamboo for Dana, and my knapping tools, and I forgot another piece of boo in my garage I had got for Dana originally, and forgot to put that in my truck, for the trip, through gauntlet of death, on the way to Eddies, and then on the way back, I didn't even think of it, of course, I was dodging tornadoes, and cows, and didn't even notice it till the next morning when I went into the garage. I don't turn down free beer, even bush. My neighbor drinks that, and when he offers me a cold one, I will accept it. I usually buy him a case or two, for feeding my cats when I am away, in Montana, or at a convention.
Actually, I drink Miller Lite. I like it, and I like the Canadian beers, like Moose head, LaBatts, Grizzly, etc., Also St. Pauli Girl, Dos Eques, or however it is spelled, Tecate. And Free ones. Especially, Free Cold ones!
But the ribs, and iced tea, and beer, were just fine. Plus, as much as a task master as he was, I think I actually learned something from Eddie, which is saying something for Eddie. Speaking of obsidian, I had some on the floor board, in the back seat area, awhile ago and they clanged to gether, and knocked off some little flakes. So I cleaned them out of the carpet. Well tonight, on the way home from my Brother's house, while driving, I reached behind me trying to see if I had a plastic shopping bag to put my trash in, for the truck, and promptly jammed one of those little flakes, that I missed, through the side of my .....uh....middle finger. Then I had to wrap it in a napkin, till I could pull over, and get my band aides out to wrap it around the slice. That Obsidian, just doesn't care how much you praise it, it will still take the first opportunity to cut you!
Wayne
