So I headed out to my local "woods" and obtained a plank. The choices were red oak, pine, poplar, and maybe something else. I was thinking maple but didn't see any so I settled for red oak. Grouch, grouch, grouch; our modern civilization is all made of heartless corporations that don't care about your homemade chair or table or banjo; all they care about is the bottom line, which is profit. They don't carry a variety of woods in a variety of sizes. Mostly what they carry is this sawdust board rubbish.
I didn't actually cut the plank myself, a guy did that for me. Nice fella, didn't charge me for cutting it. They charged me pretty fierce money for the plank tho.
Also, I paid a visit to my local used instrument store, where they repair and sell old broken guitars and things. When someone brings in an instrument with, say, a faulty tuning peg, they might take all the old pegs off and put new ones on. The old ones go into a box, and since I am friends (or family) with most of the people there, they let me rummage thru the box. And I came up with some gearless friction style pegs, which I have drawn and measured as follows:
There wasn't a complete set of any one style but I managed to put together a mixed set and got four with at least the same color of white knobs. The fifth one on the neck will be black. Which will be funny since that's an innovation by white people.I'm going to use metric units from here on. Just because I can. In 1955, IIRC, Congress passed a resolution that America should go metric within ten years. 55 years later we are still on English units.
In some ways, a big nation is like a Brontosaurus, a huge dinosaur with a little teeny brain. Brain gives the order to turn and the legs just keep marching straight on in the same direction.
It turned out there never was a Brontosaurus, they had the wrong head with this body, but it's a fact that we are still using 12 inches to the foot, 3 feet to the yard, 1760 yards to the mile.
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