With all the metal parts cleaned off, we turned our attention to the tailfeathers. With Glenn back in action, the master conducted a beginner-level course in the ancient art of rib-stitching. Now trying to teach the three of us (Sky, myself and Glenn's nephew Kenny) to rib-stitch the fabric to the tail ribs requires the patience of Job and the only thing harder would be trying to teach us to weld. We made some (very little) progress in the hour that we had before Sky and I had to head for home. But we did elicit the promise that class would resume tomorrow.
And perhaps more importantly, no fingers were impaled during this class.
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