>No, I'm not joking. We are, after all, pretending to >be high class people restoring an expensive art object >for relatively high rates of pay: not digging >outhouses for minimumn wage. I have always been >deeply offended when, while working at others' shops, >wire is drgged on floor and stepped on during >restringing, revolting filth is left in keybeds, and >actions are worked on after wiping grease from fried >chicken on shirt instead of washing ( all of which I >have actually seen ). Whenever I enter a customer's >house, the first thing I ask is: "Is there someplace I >can wash my hands?" I do this wheteher the patient is >a new, pristine Schimmel or a filthy old Wurtilizer. >driving, pumping gas, handling $ etc.. is sure to get >your hands pretty slimy. One very popular tuner around >here NEVER washes, and has left a long trail of rusty >handprints all over pressure bars, strings, etc. due >to his acid sweat. I believe that everything is >actually God's property, and strive to treat it as >such. > Gordon Stelter And how might all this even remotely relate to using a piece of new plywood, clean side to the soundboard perimeter, as a temporary clamping caul? Ron N
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