|That's the blow torch, by his hand.|
Cliff has been working on an old blow torch most of the day. It seems his brother sent it home with him, since it wouldn't work when they needed it the other day. I was in the shop once and heard Cliff say, "The foot valve isn't working, that's the problem."
"Hey," says I, wanting to let him know I do sometimes retain information, "the foot valve is what used to go bad on the pump in our well."
He said yes, but didn't appear to be impressed with my knowledge.
|He fixed the foot valve, but now he's stumped by this part.|
"Why don't you buy another one?"
"They haven't made these for years," he replied.
"Remember when you lost your favorite pocket knife and you said the new ones were no good? I found an old one on Ebay. I'll bet I could find one for you."
So I typed "Gasoline blow torch" in the search feature of Ebay and sure enough, there were several. Most of them, however, didn't work. Apparently people collect these things as antiques, whether they work or not.
That hasn't stopped him from working on the other one, though. I guess it's just the challenge that keeps him plugging on. He hates to lose.