Dave did indeed save Thanksgiving; stopping over last night with Clifford, we traded the world’s most industrial-looking table saw for the impossibly low price of two hefeweizens. Besides being the heaviest saw I’ve ever carried, it has that rounded, metallic 1950’s charm and a lack of any safety features (which is not that big a deal—the safety cover was off the Delta at least 50% of the time to accommodate the cut) but the motor is badged General Electric, runs very smooth, and has a carbide woodworking blade. So, barring any disasters, I’ll be milling the trimwork for the dining room tonight, and still have money to change the oil in the Jeep. Thanks again, Dave.