Dearest Steven;
This is currently my 'shop'. Someplace in the pile of things are several cases formerly containing beer which are now filled with over 80 gathered end hammocks.
A few of which are still eventually destined to end up in your possession.
Of minor interest to I'm Scotty; many of the cases contained Zombie Dust which is now firmly and prominently in the possession of my omentum.
One thing led to another including two moves of said boxes and I never got the chance to cull through and pick a few for you.
Unfortunately there remains a large proliferation of architects who can't read their prints and engineers who can't build things so the day job continues to require copious amounts of liars with a high school diploma to sort things out. One of these days...
Yer tearably busy but not fergetful pal,
Bill
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