Y’all gotta keep an eye on that Kenny fella. He sews his advice and peddles his wares. Next thing ya know, yer wife doesnt recognize ya when ya come in the house, the snow ain’t been plowed in the driveway for weeks. The dog growls at ya, the shop is cluttered with bow parts and scraps of wood layin about. You smell like epoxy and fiberglass, ya have a disheveled dusty appearance, and the post office is askin about settin up a substation in yer driveway. Yer neighbors start askin where their hardwoods have disappeared to.
This guy will feed yer addiction with sound advice and prompt shipping of beautifully made veneers and core tapers, spin highly technical mathmatical equations regarding taper rates and some weird contrivance called a superlam.
Yeah, I’m hooked. And all y’all are enablers.
Startin another one here real soon.
These postal packages should be labeled Warning-Contents may be habit forming.