I pulled into my driveway today and two thugs had my lathe loaded on their trailor. I got out and started talking to them and one looked familiar. Out of the blue he said he wanted to buy one of my cues, and I only have one, and he said I will take it. Not only did he buy the lathe he also bought a cue. He may have been a bonafide Huckleberry hot at his dough. Why would a cue maker buy a cue from me????