Michael confesses:

> I was considering a small bench at work for a while, to plane and mortise
> on my lunch hour and of course, justify a set of work tools.  Sadly, the
> powers that be were not amenable to wood chips and shavings on the
> carpeting.  
> 
	Ah, yes, reminds me of the time ... just a few months back, a
package arrived from the other coast (at work, of course), and I just
couldn't help myself. So I strolled casually out to the smokers' patio on
the side of my company's office building, sidled over to the far bench on
the far side of the farthest picnic table, crouched down, and planed a quick
little thumbnail along the edge of the redwood bench with my new woodie.
Ashamed? Perhaps. Repentant? Maybe a little. Would I do it again? No
comment.

	Greg Isola
	Alameda, CA