Tomorrows another day

   As of Tomorrow I will be the ripe age of fifty four, and I feel it. I am still young and spry to an extent, but holy smokes I feel My age. Being a frame Carpenter for thirty years takes it's toll on a Fella, I'm just damned surprised I have all My digits on My fingers. I am one of those that still ties the guard back because it gets in the way too. The scary thing is when Someone picks it up, I watch 'em like a Hawk until I am confident They can handle it. Most of the time I tell Them to take the shim out. I hate it when Somebody picks it up and acts like They know better and I see the blade so close to Their leg it sends chills, really. As I say, Tomorrows an other day, I'll C - Ya then, Kelly.