Good Morning to the Old Retrobates

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And you know who you are! But, for the newbies, IG tops the List, Mark, Jeff, Peter, Roger, and a few others are beyond doubt retrobates and rascals.Others who wish to proudly nominate themselves will be so addressed in future posts. Haha.

It's a fine morning here in Northern Virginia, a great day for knife making. Ubfortunately, I have to go to work, I already pulled that old "I've got contractors coming to the house to do some work" thingy yesterday.

IG, don't know if you saw my post in the "where's the newbie forum," but you should read it. I think your voodoo curse got me.Set myself on fire yesterday. Knifemaking is dangerous, man! Yeah, I'm an old fart like you, '48 was a year that produced great men. though, if I say so myself.

Well, gotta run. You guys take care of IG, he aint bought no new clothes since he sold a knife at last years Atlanta show. Ooop, did it again! Damn! Hope I survive!


P.S. My life Has VASTLY improved since I upgraded my forum status and found that new site...you know the one.

Dave
 
You better stay outta that place. It makes you go blind :)

Oh and it's reprobates, not retrobates.
 
jhiggins said:
...except for IG... He's a MASTER-bate! :eek:
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HEHEHE!!! It took me 57 years to get it right.
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Dave: It is Mr. Retrobates to you. Respect your elders, you do not turn 57 till July. :D :D
 
Where are you guys? I can't see you. Retro-bates=a pun-thang.Gawd! I gotta stop going to that site!

Also, I better get some work done.

Talk to ya later.

Dave
 
Ha! I know a "got'cha' when I see one Anyway, I wasn't allowed to post until yesterday. I have a sad story, IG. I don't have a shop, (I know, I know, poor baby),I am forced by circumstances to work in my patio in the middle of a townhouse complex. Problem? Noise! People seem to get indignant when I start up my grinder. Nevertheless, I have made a few. I took them to Keith Bagley (you know him?), a knifemaker, blacksmith, and ferrier. Real nice guy. He thought the Mediterrean dirk I did was very nice (now I gotta get it ht'ed), and he reviewed the bowie I did and sent me away to do more refining on it. I'm visiting him this sunday, and hope he will HT the bird and trout knife that almost sent me to hell. when that's done I'll post. Would love to get your opinion.

This is all sort'a preparing for my retirement in a few years. I intend to get a decent shop and hopefully turn out some nice work. In the meantime, all I can continue to do is admire your work (kissup). Haha.

Dave
 
Dave: Your sad story has touched my heart. :( (NOT): p
Looking forward in seeing your work. If you ever get up to New England you have an invite to stop in. That way I can pick on you first hand. HEHEHE!!! We will get you hooked on making Damascus. Making Damascus is just if not more addictive than making knives.
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Thanks, IG. I always liked New Bedford. Real pretty place. I can see how making Damascus could be addictive.

Dave
 
indian george said:
You have visited New Bedford????? The Old Whaling Capital of the World.
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...and you've slept with every one of them. *cymbal crash* :footinmou

Hey Dave, if you ever go to IG's and he offers you a taste of his infamous relish... DON'T DO IT! You'll be hooked, then you'll have to kiss his butt for the rest of your life just to keep supplied with the vile concoction. It's more addicting than crack I tell ya!
 
Sure, IG. I worked at the Federal Aviation Administration in Burlington for years, lived in Lowell. Then I lived in Derry, N.H, and worked in Nashua at the Air Traffic Control Center. Even married an Italian girl from the North End. Course, I ended up stepping out on her and she divorced me (and her brothers promised to hunt me to the ends of the Earth, but that's another story). IG, do they still have the annual belssing of the fleet?

Jeff, this relish-what's in it, or does anyone know? Family secret of the Port-o-gee? Addictive, huh? Hummm.

Are you guys attending the Shenendoan knife show in April. It's in Harrisburg, Va., great two day show.

Dave
 
HEAT TREAT'G RELISH
90% HABENARO
10% CAYENNE OR SMOKED PEPPERS
KOSHER SALT
BALSAMIC VINEGAR
GARLIC
BASIL
OREGANO
WORCESTERSHIRE SAUCE
EV OLIVE OIL
SUGAR
SOY SAUCE
We have the Blessing of the Fleet ever year and the Madeira Feast too.
It is tough for me to get away for a couple of days to go to Harrisburg. My lady is handicapped so it is hard to find someone to stay with her overnight. But I just hired a new PCA today and I'll have to see what she thinks of matters like that. She already said that she would watch her for the next New York show.
 
Jeff,

you can't keep making fun of Mr. IG, after all, now he's shared the secret relish recipe invited me to his house to kearn the secret of the Gods, and,additioally, he is from one of the prettiest places in Mass. Also, he hasn't surrendered the good life for health. Who is it on the forum who says, don't slide into heaven all pretty and healthy, but get there broken down, used up and wasted while saying, wow, what a hell'va ride! Or something like that.

Here's the scenario: I arrive before St. Peter, who looks at me and says "sorry, Dave, can't let you in. You spent your time on earth drinking, swearing, and you even played around on your wives, well, all but the last one."

"well, St. Peter, that's why they're the ex's.. but they still like me!'

"Ahhh, well no, not actually"

"I'll be damned!"

"Exactly."

"It ain't fair! Did IG get in?"

"NO WAY!"

"Where is he?"

St. Peter did a thumbs down. "Really?" I said. "What's he doing?"

"The most awful thing we could think of"

"What?

"Teaching forging classes to Newbies"

"Oh My Gawd!"

"Yes, and we put a mint vintage Indian on a stage with a spotlight in front of him. Really pretty, and he can't touch it for 100 years."

I groaned at the horror.

"And Higgie?"

Thumb up. "Now why is that???"

"He got healthy, gave up wine, women, song and cursing. That's a biggie, Dave, the old WWS&C"

"I'll be a SOB!" St Peter starts writing "Damn, don't write that" He keeps on. "Jesus!" Writes faster. I shutup.

"Well, what about Dan?" He gives a thumbs up. "How in the..?" "Don't question God!"

"Oh, okay."

I went through several more names, Nap had been condemned to polishing rusty swords, J. Neilson and his sweet wife Tess were in heaven (but we knew they'd go there) along with Bailey and Fogg .

"What about Mark?"

"He bought IG's bike on the cheap and he's on a coast to coast trip with some young chick."

"Really, how old is he now?" "One hundred and ten". Name after name rolled by, until finally

"ahhh," I said "what about Tai Goo?"

St. Peter smiles "he's making a sword for me. FOR FREE!"

"No way! well, what about me?

"Gotta go back and do it again, son."

"No problem" and as I turn away smiling--I'll do it again. Only More!


Sooo, what does this have to do with any thing? Not a thing that I can see, except, Higgie is in danger--giving up the W.W.S.&C, is one thing, but stinky, sticky, sucking Anter Dust don't cut it!!!

And.... Friday's Coming, Guys! I look forward to meeting you guys and swapping stories--and I know every damn one's gonna be true.

Dave
 
Yes, but Jeff, you called him a Master-bate, all I did was poke a little fun at him. After all, he invited me to his house. You don't think it's a se up, do ya?

Kenny, you still here?

Dave
 
Thanks for starting this thread Dave! I haven't had any reason to smile or laugh (actually ROFLMAO) today. Missed out on Forging with Larry Kemp last night because I HAD to go to Church! then this morning a visit to the Dentist because of abcessed tooth, he sticks me about 18 times to "numb it up" (before sticking me with that three foot needle, "you'll feel a little pinch", YEA Right!), I'm hollering "crank up the laughing gas!" cause I'm definitely not high enough for all those shots in my gums! :eek: Then he starts drilling and drilling and drilling until YOW! I dam near knocked him off his stool it hurt so bad! He looks at me and says "HEY! That wasn't supposed to happen!" I'll be dammed, he was drilling on the wrong tooth! :mad: So he puts a filling in the GOOD TOOTH he started to drill out for a root canal and goes to work on the correct tooth finally! By this time my 52 year old bladder is about to burst but I can't say shi***t because he has about six instruments drills and some rubber torture contraption in my mouth! I'm waving my hands, making the timeout sign, grabbing my crotch, trying to communicate that I am about to wet us all down and his assistant finally catches on, "OH! Bathroom?" So outta the chair I go down the hall with all the Dental contraptions hanging outta my mouth to the bathroom, lock myself in and proceed to pee like a wildman. As I am relieving my poor distended bladder I start considering just locking the door to the bathroom and not comming out! :grumpy: Common sense prevails and I return to my seat for more drilling and mumbling (the dentist, talking to himself, "Hmmm, ah yes this must be it!" :footinmou ), he finishes with a temporary filling, and says come back in three weeks and we will see what we need to do to finish up after the infection calms down! :mad: I go up front collect my perscription for pain killers (the only good thing he did for me), the receptionist says (cheerfully) "No charge today! See you in three weeks!!" I'm so pissed I couldn't say anything and just left! :mad:

I go home pop six or eight percocets lay down on the couch and pass out, later my kids walk in from school with my wife and the first thing said is NOT "Are you feeling Ok after the dental appointment", but "What's for dinner???" :mad: I told them "wish sandwitches, go grab two pieces bread and wish you had something to put between them", and passed out again.

So regarding the above tale, all you "Young-un's out there BRUSH YOUR DAM TEETH" or else pray you don't get a dentist like mine! :barf:

Mike

NT Bleed’n Vulture Roesch
 
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