OK OK I'll put a stop to this.. My Crimper is not feral. It was born some 60 or 70 years ago and lead a long and productive life until some young hi tech upstart came a long and made it redundant. It then was just discarded and started drinking and wetting itself in the back corner of a dusty old warehouse. I spied it whimpering there and took pity upon it and brought it home to Watson's Home for Aged Tools. Every now and then I find a small job for it to do and it musters up what energy it has to once again partake in a useful duty. The rest of the time it hangs out with its slightly older friends. It is particularly fond of it's old buddy Mac. Mac is a circa 1939 McDougal lathe with whom it sits with most every day of its semi retired life. Now and then they chat with Uni, a circa 1955 Universal No 3 Milling machine. They all seem quite happy together as all winter I leave a little heat on and sometimes forget to turn the lights out at bedtime or leave some early Classic Rock and Roll playing on the Victrola.