Had this stone, one that Pop gave me back when I was a Cub Scout near 60 years ago and you know what happens when you give a kid something to play with . . . Needless to say it carried the marks of usage like an old mule swaybacked but not broken. Either getting old or sentimental or both - dug it out, got a diamond gizmo and in short time brought her back to life. If the bride learns that I did the business in the kitchen sink . . . Made a simple little box [almost done] for it to sit in mayhaps for another 60 some odd years . . .
