My wife and I had Thanksgiving dinner with a nice lady friend of ours down the street. I found myself the only male at a table with 6 ladies. Uh... 6 middle aged ladies drinking LOTS of wine. I mostly just listened but every once in a while I contributed a worthless little nugget of conversation. The lady hosting the dinner, at one point says, "Jay makes beautiful things from wood!" OK, so now the ball's in my court and I'm gonna dazzle these damsels with some knowledge. Well, I made the mistake of using the term "Exotic Wood". It was followed by a ripple of giggles around the table. Next thing I know, we arent talking about wood anymore... Well not wood in its correct context. LOL OH NO! I sat there with a red face listening to these well traveled, upper class "ladies" comparing stories of nude beaches in the medeteranian where the term "exotic wood" Among other things, was used loosely. Then "morning wood". Followed by other terms that did not improve the color of my face. As this tangent subsided, a lady I just met looks me square in the eyes and says. "So Jay, tell us about YOUR exotic wood" This was met with a wicked round of hyena like laughter... Good times... Good times!
Hand crafted wood fly boxes.