...You know i thought about standing behind your point about buying good tools the first go, But now you can just go to Fiddlers green. Oh if you don't know were that is, it's 10 miles past hell.
Well since this thread has already taken a hard left from the OP, I'll go ahead and comment on your directions to Fiddler's Green there D_C.:
According to Irish legend, Fiddler's Green is the happy land/heaven imagined by sailors where there is perpetual mirth, a fiddle that never stops playing and dancers that never tire. Where an old sailor who dies on terra firma hopes to go - drown at sea and you end up in Davey Jones' Locker.
Alternatively, the Cavalry says it's located halfway down the trail to Hell, not 10 miles past: The cavalrymen's poem is as follows:
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.
(courtesy of Wikipedia)
It seems that most of the Services may also lay claim to a variation of the poem (and Fiddler's Green) as well, just substitute "_________men" for "Cavalrymen".
Also just found out it's the name of the Lounge/Grille at the Leader's Club right here on Ft. Knox (as well as a number of other places in our current dimension of space/time).
Lots of variations on the above themes and who can/gets to go there, but that's not really my eventual point....
Whatever your understanding/belief of Fiddler's Green is (or where it is), I doubt the inhabitants of Fiddler's Green, worldly or other-worldly-wise, would much appreciate you directing a loud-mouthed over-blown pot-stirrer to their place of peace and tranquility, so please be more selective in the future as to whom you direct there....
I have Craftsman and Napa toolboxes. I used to have a SO, but I sold it.
:supergay:
