The other day I lunched at the
burger palace, had the special, and got out of there in record
Between the palace and the shop I
work in, is the local thrift store. I can spare about 3 minutes
or so, and do a quick run through on occasion. Hardly ever
see tools, but there is some hardware and other useful things.
This time I stopped dead, because on the shelf was a hand saw.
A backsaw, not often seen here in
the wild. A painted backsaw, a tiny loon on a pond, for
those interested. I just saw the price, and the shellac
covering every inch of it.
And the fact it was freshened up by
power wire brushing every inch of it, wood too. But for
the price, I placed it under my arm, scanned the book section,
paid, and ran for my truck. Saved, another saw saved or at
least salvaged from the painter.
Wait,... something's odd here.
Did anyone, or Disston build a tapered backsaw? Two and
half inches at the toe, and four inches at the heel, on a blade
thirteen inches long. 1960s looking handle, 2 good saw nuts, and
a chrome Disston medallion. And the handle doesn't fit the
blade very well, looks like I paid cash for a bubba recreation.
Ah, the snap decisions made on the spur of the moment.
Have to scrape down thru the blue
waters of the pond to see if just maybe there is an etch
remnant. The saw is fairly sharp, at least got some usable
saw nuts and a genuine backsaw back. First saw I'd gotten
in five months too,... ah well.