At 02:37 PM 3/31/99 -0800, Kirk wrote:
(chopped and shredded by my ele*t*ic editor)
>Twenty years a software engineer, decided a couple of years back to
>get into woodworking.  Acquired various expensive tailed tools,

In a parallel Oregon universe lives my oldest son, lagging probably very
few years behind, due to the time distortion that happens to software folks.
His first move into woodworking was the same.  I believe I talked him out
of the biscuit cutter, but he laughed off the rest of my comments, and now
has a planer with the capacity of my towns millworks shop, among the more
common things.  (plans to make a bookcase)

>After an experience best titled as "Dances with Routers", involving
>starting a tailed router while the bit was in contact with the wood,

I related to my son my ro*t*r experience which was lifting it while still
running.  With it's gyroscopic action, it didn't steer as I expected,
overcame my loose left hand grip, was being held one handed, and routed a
nice shape through my right shoulder.  (I'm not sure how that's possible,
but the scar is there.)  He ignored that too.

>Cedar Mills, Oregon.

I don't recall just where that is, but Portland has some Cedar Hills/Mill
areas...  If close, maybe I could recruit you to round up a couple of large
friends to drop in on him when you can hear the power tools screaming,
break down his door and give him a good ...um... talking-to from his dad.
???
(He would be easy.  None of the muscle tone that comes from a rip saw and
scrub plane)    :>)

Welcome to a truly peaceful, benevolent Porch and activity.

Gene