[Al Skierkiewicz]

When I was taking a shop class in college, the lathes were back to back in rows. I was just lucky enough to drop something on the floor (tool or drawing). As I bent to pick it up, the guy at the lathe in the next row turned it on with the chuck handle in place. It went flying overhead where my head and upper body had been. I am alive today because I can't hold onto things. (They don't let me climb towers either.) Needless to say, that guy failed the class.