Dear Jim:

You sure make a heavy duty saw. This morning I was moving my model shop from the basement to my 3rd floor attic. I work in the basement in the summer and the attic in the winter so I can take advantage of the climate here in Massachusetts.

I had moved most of my tools upstairs when disaster struck. I carried the saw from the basement all the way to the top step of the attic when I lost my footing. For a moment I thought, I need to hold onto this saw so it doesn't get damaged - but being 78, I figured I wouldn't heal real fast, so I let it go and saved myself.

Well, down it went. I watched my most cherished tool crash down on the steps and tumble ass-over-teakettle all the way down to the top landing. For a moment it teetered on the edge of the step, but it soon went down to the next landing and crashed into the wall. I heard it continue on down all the way to the first floor.

I sat there for a moment, trying to figure out how I was going to convince my wife that I need a new saw, when I heard her calling to me. I started down the steps, and couldn't believe the mess the saw made of my walls and steps. I now have gouges in my sheetrock and nicks and scuffs on my stairs (and) a really large hole at the top landing that the corner of the saw fits in nicely. As I continued down the stairs I saw a lot more bumps and bruises along the way until I got to the bottom landing where my wife was standing, with the saw at her feet and her arms crossed in front of her.

This usually means I am in a lot of trouble.

As I made my way down the last steps I saw what she was looking at, 3 broken spindles on the banister and one broke clean in half. Well, I assured my wife I would fix all the damage before I started on my modeling again, and she was satisfied with that, after she gave me the "You're not as young as you used to be" lecture, which I probably deserved but still hate hearing it anyway.

I picked up the saw, which was mostly white from tearing up my walls (two of which are plaster lathe walls, I'll have you know). Blew off as much of the dust as I could and thought it didn't look so bad after all. The corner of the base was bent up a little, but I was able to bend it back in my vise (with 2 pieces of maple so as not to mark it up in the jaws you know).

The blade guard was not salvageable, but I thought I would take it off anyway so no loss there. The two front feet were missing and it has a crack in the plastic motor covering, but other than that it looked OK. I managed to carry it back up stairs to the attic (without dropping it this time) and plugged it in so I could check out how it was going to run after its little trip.

Well, it fired right up, with a puff of white dust from the walls, I imagine, and hummed right along. I got me a piece of that hard maple and ripped a few boards. Checked them with my micrometer and they were within .001 over 12 inches, I was just amazed.

You sure build a nice saw!!

Anyway, I guess I need some replacement feet for my saw, I lost them in the wall I think. Oh, and do you know any good home repair guys?

Best regards

Tom C.

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