Thanks Munk! I think there are a many forumites that have more tidbits of knowledge and better jokes than I. We all do what we can with what we've been given.
Funny thing a couple of weeks ago. My wife and I had to have our house appraised to refinance our mortgage. Now, our life is normal to us, and it doesn't really dawn on use that things might not be typical until, say, someone visits us and is a caught a little off guard by our decor.
When you walk into the first room of the house, it isn't too big, sort of a family room type of place that I converted into an area to work out.
You walk in, and there is a pull-up tower. Asian scrolls on the wall, a couple of watercolor murals that my daugther did while my wife and I were taking a nap (we are waiting for my son to grow up before we repaint- that and I kind of like them). There are numerous long, middle and short sized sticks, khukuries, swords from various cultures, a wooden stool with bags for martial arts training (iron palm), several bookcases filled with 30+ years of collecting books on darn near everything. Lots of stuff from Cherokee and Apache cultures are around the house. This along with my Indian wife and the air of mystery that seems to surround her until she opens her mouth with a slight southern accent from hanging around me.
The appraiser was a sports type kind of guy, and I was very nice to him, but couldn't understand his slight discomfort being in the house. Heck, I've noticed this before when certain people have come in the house to install cable, or do some kind of work in the house that I can't do myself. I've noticed that if you have a contactor that want's to be dishonest, that sometimes these items really can make them nervous. That's not the intent, but it happens.
It was after the guy left and was down the road that it dawned on me. I guess he was a little relieved to get out of here, however friendly we tried to be. I can just envision him now, snapping his fingers and singing the Adams family theme song as he drove away.
We lovers of khukuries and other things unusual are a minority indeed! I kind of like it that way. I think I smell my wife's curry cooking....