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A deburring trick and a story I enjoyed hearing
OK first a machinist trick I learned out of The American Machinist mag. from the practical ideas section, works.
If you have a hole to deburr down in a recess, or next to a shoulder, you just can't get to it with a deburring knife or such, don't have a countersink the proper size, all is not lost.
Easy, use the end of a chucking reamer a bit larger than the hole, power with a drill motor, by hand, whatever. A touch and the burr is gone, works very well, I've gotten to the bottom of some counter bored holes this way that I couldn't have deburred any other way.
Now for some country humor and wisdom, I got a good chuckle out of it.
My old neighbor Kenny was telling about the old bachelor farmer whom they had judge the baby show at the town fair one year. They picked him because he would be impartial.
He dressed up proper and did his best, picked the winning baby. But as would be, one mother who's baby had not won was giving him the dickens, what do you know about babies you're an old bachelor she told him. The old feller told the woman that he had raised a lot of mule colts in his life, and that he judged the babies just like the colts, he looked at the Mamma's and guessed how the babies would turn out. Truth, but it didn't set very well with that mamma.
We didn't have a baby show this year, Kenny was one of the planners of our big affair, he contends that with a baby show there will be 1 happy mother, 2 happy grandmothers and a whole bunch of unahappy ones.
If you have a hole to deburr down in a recess, or next to a shoulder, you just can't get to it with a deburring knife or such, don't have a countersink the proper size, all is not lost.
Easy, use the end of a chucking reamer a bit larger than the hole, power with a drill motor, by hand, whatever. A touch and the burr is gone, works very well, I've gotten to the bottom of some counter bored holes this way that I couldn't have deburred any other way.
Now for some country humor and wisdom, I got a good chuckle out of it.
My old neighbor Kenny was telling about the old bachelor farmer whom they had judge the baby show at the town fair one year. They picked him because he would be impartial.
He dressed up proper and did his best, picked the winning baby. But as would be, one mother who's baby had not won was giving him the dickens, what do you know about babies you're an old bachelor she told him. The old feller told the woman that he had raised a lot of mule colts in his life, and that he judged the babies just like the colts, he looked at the Mamma's and guessed how the babies would turn out. Truth, but it didn't set very well with that mamma.
We didn't have a baby show this year, Kenny was one of the planners of our big affair, he contends that with a baby show there will be 1 happy mother, 2 happy grandmothers and a whole bunch of unahappy ones.
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