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The Link Boys axe handle I selected from my hardware purveyor “seemed” to almost fit the eye, at least closer than anything else in the well-stocked farm-country hardware store. They actually had several Boys axe handles to choose from. Gawd love a real country hardware store.
Just back from another trip to my (almost) local country hardware store. I love that place and, although there is a Home Depot and a Tractor Supply, both within sight from their parking lot, I stop there first when ISO some part or piece.
For starters they have the best selection of stainless steel of any hardware store I have ever visited. Bins and bins of stainless, full boxes or honor system write down how many and cost each. Glenn had mentioned looking for an axe at a Lowes and finding that they stocked exactly one. This place has a half dozen, and thrice that if you include hatchets, splitting mauls and the like. A whole wall of choppage.
But mostly it is about service. They have a very knowledgeable staff, and they know me well enough from hundreds of visits to understand my hobbies, workshop inventions and adaptive needs. Hell, I’ve been going there long enough that I know their stories as well, and seek out my favorites on the staff.
I did strike out today. One item on my list was a sharpening stone for the recent axe projects. My favorite saleswoman (yes) knew exactly what I was talking about, didn’t think they had any and still spent 10 minutes with me looking and helping find the other peculiarities on my list. She asked about the axes (a continuing conversation from weeks past) and told tales of her previous job working in saw manufacturing.
That ain’t happening at Home Creepo.
I know of two excellent hardware stores in eastern North Carolina, both within 20 miles of Council Tools. I’ll try them next for the stones. Even if they don’t have one it will be worth it to walk through the door and inhale that real hardware store smell.
Fertilizer, seed, wood, leather, oil and a couple generations of boots on the floor. That smell, oh that smell. Lumbersexual cologne.
Oh, Christ on a crutch, some boutique in NYC probably sells that fragrance for $100 an ounce.