There may be incidental moans, groans, gripes and grumbles with just about anything made nowadays. I can think of dozens of things I would rubber stamp "Rejected" for one reason or another just because. Dill pickles for one, taste like crap today compared to those monster pickles out'a those huge jars back when... now those were pickles by jeezes when a pickle was pickle!

Many have known Claude from this board for a number of years.

I have always suspected him to have been a master wood worker (my little suspicion)in some fashion.... sorta in the ways of that Yankee Work shop thing, where they make fancified stuff in a 30 minute segment for a viewing audience on public television ... stuff that makes ya go Oooooh Ahhhhhh how'd he do that(?). So yeah, I can see where he's coming from as a craftsman that questions another craftman about the why of things when it comes to wood. Perhaps it is all part of who ya were, where ya were and when ya were as to how things were created with those miters and corners and such.

Mark is still a Neanderthal (so he says, therefore he must be) and I doubt that he will ever change his ways of doing what he does, as long as there is a buyer for what he's cranking out. May have been deprived of a good dill pickle as a kid (who knows or cares?). He's places a snap line on what he does makes a cut, slap some glue, tosses in some guts and rakes in the dough. He eats sleeps and rips accordion tooters because that's his market, it's what he does.
Then proceeds with next opportunity to make a buck.. cha ching... I am sure he has a passion for it all in some Mark sorta way that I'm not quite aware of... as a reason to not alter his method.

Me? Well I wished I had me one'a those fin tailed convertable Caddy's that weighed a couple gazillion tons top down.. and gas was still 24.9 cents a gallon along old Route 66... on nice day for taking a road trip going to places that has Pecan logs, two headed lizzards, something called the "thing" on display and those goofy motels in the shape of wigwams and space ships...I'd take along a "C" box for grins and not give a hoot one bit about what kinda corners it had on it... but that's just me thinking about what was, and not so much what is. Eat more pickles

Hey whoever you are,
I'd rather read his post than your's.

Only a coward would bash a master accordion builder and claim "nitwit protected" Long live cajun music!