Rob Lee is trying to ruin my marriage

[Bill Houghton]

Take a look at this large plow plane.

Or this one: http://www.woodcentral.com/woodworki...ge-plow-plane/

[Pat Barry]

Apparently when it gets that cold the rain gets hard. .

Now that is a funny line!

[Doug Bowman]

The first day at 42F was a bit fresh...we had to wear tshirts under our short sleeves....

Cheers,

Rob

yeah 42 F is about when I switch to foul weather shorts

[Jim Koepke]

yeah 42 F is about when I switch to foul weather shorts

That's when I start to button my shirt or put on a warmer hat.

jtk

[Malcolm Schweizer]

yeah 42 F is about when I switch to foul weather shorts

At 72 (not a misprint- seventy two) I am wearing a jacket and throw a warm blanket on the bed. No kidding- totally serious.

[Mark Katz]

This cold weather discussion reminds me of this song:

The Frozen Logger
Lyrics: James Stevens

As I sat down one evening, twas in a small cafe,
A forty year old waitress, to me these words did say:

"I see you are a logger, and not just a common bum,
'Cause no one but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb.

My lover was a logger, there's none like him today;
If you poured whisky on it, he'd eat a bale of hay

He never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide;
He hammered in the bristles, and bit them off inside.

My logger came to see me, twas on a winter's day;
He held me in his fond embrace, which broke three vertebrae.

He kissed me when we parted, so hard it broke my jaw;
I could not speak to tell him, he'd forgot his mackinaw.

I saw my logger lover, go striding through the snow,
Going gaily homeward, at forty-eight below.

The weather it tried to freeze him, it did its very best;
At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest.

It froze clear down to China, it froze to the stars above;
At a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love.

They tried in vain to thaw him, and if you believe it, sir
They made him into axe blades, to cut the Douglas fir.

And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I've come,
And here I wait till someone, stirs his coffee with his thumb."

[Malcolm Schweizer]

"They made him into axe blades to cut the Douglas fir." Ewww. Don't use them in summer time! That's a great poem- thanks for sharing.

[Jim Koepke]

You can hear Johnny Cash sing it here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUfzDIKGkQI

Another version by the Weavers is here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9KWPeKiU-g

jtk