Glen dropped in on shop night tonight. That's like when the Bishop visits your parish.
For the first hour or so, he just kind of stood around, all quiet-like. I think maybe he was trying to fathom how amateur our whole gig is.
At some point, he couldn't stand it anymore and started demonstrating what to him, was some very basic shit. And which to us, was head-slappingly revolutionary.
We can't exactly make our hands do it yet, but we watched and think we understood, and therefore we're pretty sure in our heads that we've got mad new brazing skills.
We will most certainly face reality when we convene again next week.