I've read any number of articles. Watched any number of documentaries. Researchers trying to ferret out the information that artists of a previous age just didn't bother to record.
Often, I just tell you stories because I have had a bunch of folks, thru the years; tell me that they enjoy them. Life is a pile of kid's tennis shoes with strings tied into impossibly tight knots. Sorting it out, is exhausting. Personally, I wish that "I" had somewhere to go where there were stories that didn't foretell the end of time.
Let me give you a thumbnail of today. Last night - I was awakened by the return of the noise from Helllllllllllll. The seasons are changing. The nights are cool and crisp. The leaves and foliage - while mostly pine, still contains a lot of trees that thin their leaves. Sound travels farther and louder. It's back. And so; I made my annual migration to a smaller bedroom, as far as possible from the offending noise, and NOT on an exterior wall.
I walked into the shop - made my rounds of turning on lights, opening shades, adjusting airflow, unlocking doors, and .... walking by the Oxygen and MAPP gas tanks ... my OCD made me reach out and make sure the valves were closed. The O2 hand wheel rotated. ROTATED!!??? NOOOoooooooooo!!!!!!!! But - it was true. And ... the gauge on the regulator laughed back at my anxious stare .... empty.
Too true ... the regulator should not leak. But - it's 40 years old. Right ... it should not be 40 years old. Please add $65 to your next invoice. I still sell $5 bills for $5, plus shipping and handling. That would be ... oh ... $6.75 .... plus the $65 regulator charge ... $71.75. Thank you very much.
To continue. I have been dreading, as I work; the day when I'd have to find a place to have my welding gas tanks filled. I learned, today; yet another wonderful thing about my previous location. About 10 miles from me, was a place which would fill my tanks. They would also test the tanks when required. And, they had a nice selection of bronze, aluminum, and stainless rods. Well, down here ... NOBODY fills tanks. We proved this, this am, by calling every number in the Florida phone directory. Oh YES we DID!!!
Down here - everyone uses AirGas. A company that trucks tanks around, fills and tests them in Alabama - and then delivers full and picks up empties from their distributers. BUT ... I OWNED my own tanks. That was the deal up north. Now - we found a place that "might" swap out my tanks for Airgas tanks. BUT ... in the past - as a little tiny knifemaker ... whenever I had swapped out tanks (early before learning the ropes) ... I'd gotten stuck with a hundred year old tank about to go out of test. Guess the big "L" on my forehead gave me away. heheh.
Well, the chase with tank tests can be a long and expensive one. A small tank cost $36 to test. Might have been $50 in Md. Then, you might find it fails ... and your only option is to buy a tank (Can be $200) or rent one for a flat rate plus fills. OR ... I could join the AirGas world. Trade in my tanks ... take theirs, buy the fills, and their sticker gives me the option to trade them in at other AirGas dealers. Fine ... let's do that. So; we drove 60 miles to join the club. Very nice people. Courteous, knew their stuff. Helpful. Like EVERY business we have dealt with down here. That has been amazing and very very welcome to offset some of the other unknown unknowns.
I have the Gas fill I've needed for my MIG tank to do the welding on the Outrider 50's (and Sal's Choked 50
I now have the Oxygen tanks to heat so many other operations on knives, jewelry, cases, and maintenance.
Got back about 15-20 minutes after the headache had begun. Unloaded the tanks. Hooked them up. Took the racks out of the car. And, was in trouble. No question I was gonna lay down. Bed or floor. I choose the bed for a while. Got up - felt a good bit better. Ate something. We decided to watch something light on TV. It was 9pm now. A bit late to go back to the shop to start another cycle.
There's a new show on with a Lady Vet who treats Exotic Critters. Lizards, Parrots, Turtles, Rats, anything BUT dogs and cats. So; we started watching. Seemed the treatments were not going entirely "relaxing". Egg-bound Iguana about to die - graphic surgery removing a third of it's body weight. Then, a fella comes in with his pet Rat. Binky. Well, Binky is covered with huge tumors. You could tell the guy was very much bonded with his pet. The whole thing went awful. The consultations. The tests, exploratory surgery, findings, breaking the news, decisions, grief, putting down his pet ...... it lasted quite a while. I'm thinking ... "THIS is entertainment?" Then, a lady comes in with a lovely Parrot. They have been treating it for 6 years. It has an obstruction to it's breathing. Tests, bloodwork ... sedation ... doesn't work well ... bird is CRASHING ... BRING it out ... bring it OUT!!! Commercials .......................................................................................ad for the show we are watching ...........commercials ................................................................. back to the show. Bird makes it. Quick look up nose finds tumor. Bird is 40 years old. Can't take sedation. Send it home - make it comfortable. Great! Another happy story. Couple of days later ... Bird is back. It's weaker. Bloodwork ... Oh my ,,. this is bad. Bird is staggering around it's cage. Bird dies. SERIOUSLY???? THIS is entertainment today? I don't need a reality check. Don't need to be "disturbed" each time I turn on the miserable TV.
Well, anyway .... we're all here. Now ... to answer Sal's question about my blades. Yes - I did need to tell you all of that first. Cause it's all tied together. I sat on my bedside, at my card table workbench, at 10 years old ... and I still have some of those tools that I use today. I was building skills that I use today. I got better and better. Five decades later ... I've learned a few things. One of those things most earlier artists didn't record was ... "what's it like to reach the point where you have to force yourself to pull back?" I can't build everything to "the best of my ability". I do that far, far, far more then I ever get paid for. There are many reasons why. I can suck every dime's worth of profit out of any project by working way beyond the need. There is an illusion, for every young craftsman; that people are going to appreciate every level of excellence you achieve. But; in reality; you'll have to build to a price point. I ALWAYS overbuild. That's out of my own pocket. And, for the most part - it's in a temper line that's straight, in a part that's tool steel and wouldn't really have to be, in a symmetrical form, a tighter group, better trigger pull, etc. BUT, if you overbuild, and over achieve, and only a handful see the difference, or shoot the group, or appreciate the subtle difference between an 8.7 and a 9.5 ... (it's about six hours on a small project like an Expedition Case) ... then ... you've gone farther then prudent.
I guess it's relevant now ... for a few reasons. Right now ... fate has dumped me in this position of having to make a bunch of small works, to a price point that might be attractive to readers. I need to make many of them. And, honestly ... the experience I've gathered is more then enough to make many things I might turn out. A pendant? How long can I work on one for $40? When I make a small pocket knife ... everybody likes the back filework, and the fluted bolsters, and the natural bone/stag scales .... but do I have a market for $300 or $600 or $1,200 knives? This time bracket is putting new Barnes items on the market - where "walk in sales" have barely existed for 15 years. And, I can't pull back enough to really honestly make everything to a price point. They are always better then sold.
Well, that's enough for now. See if there's a spark of interest in any of this. Hope so. Night.
Gary