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I was walking my dog in the park this morn, guy was picking something up off the ground. I asked him if he was gathering walnuts (to make his own stain. A Luthier I apprenticed with did this) and he mumbled something. I said "beg pardon," and as his big dog bared its teeth at me, he yelled back "CHESTNUTS, AND &@% #*@##$*, GO FIND YOUR OWN!" Must be serious business, this chestnut gathering stuff. I've had 'em and love 'em, but refuse to die for 'em.
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