AZSteve

OK, this discussion still goes on so I'll add in my story. When I was 12 years old I built my first tree-house. At the end of one workday I was walking up the driveway to my house in Atlanta carrying 2 hammers and banging the heads together in a typically vigorous 12 year old way. Suddenly a searing pain erupted in my left pointer finger knuckle as a hot piece of hammer-head shrapnel flew into my hand. It took my mother about one excruciating hour to dig the tiny piece out with a straight pin and I carry the scar to this day, 48 years later...cheers.