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When I was about 11, my parents took a trip to Cancun and left us with Hazel, a Nurse Ratched type with a beehive hairdo, a messed-up back and a matching disposition. It was Halloween, and so we were carving pumpkins in the garage. I was using my Cub Scout knife - improperly. The knife slipped and slashed the web between the thumb and index finger on my left hand. […]The post My Lucky Scars appeared first on Popular Woodworking Magazine.Read more here