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The Gray Menace's nemesis slunk away into the woods, once again inadequate.
It was one of those "Don't you dare, come any closer" situations. It was an after-the-show dinner at a restaurant set on a pier.
Most of what I do is obsolete; historical affectations. Wooden spoons and bowls? Quarterboards for sloops and schooners? Carved eagles for transoms? All joyously obsolete. And that's the point.
Like most carvers of my age, I laid out and drew lettering by hand when I started. I despised manual layout.
Some things are noticeable only when you look at the big picture.
Craftspeople and artists repurpose industrial tools and materials for art and craft all the time. Some people hate it and protest that it's neither art nor craft. I'd point out that modern artist paints owe more than a bit of thanks to industrial chemistry.
Not all that glitters is gold. I'd get excited over something my mother considered too good to be true, and out of her mouth, would tumble this favorite warning.
The Grey Menace remained a proud, loud, and strutting tomcat well into his ninth year. With the dark grey rings in his fur, he was the Ring-Tail Tom of the old folksong.
The gallery was not the best. But they had offered an "opening." A little wine, sherry, cheese, and crackers.
When discussing the concept of career, I've always favored nuance versus strict definition. People love to have a brief "elevator talk" description of what they do and who they are, by extension.
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