While sitting in the waitin area at the local car dealership waitin for an oil change, tire rotation, and anything else that needed attention; I just whittled. Got a cup of coffee, sat down under a good light and pulled out the pocket knife and some pieces of basswood. This is a great place and time to whittle. Since I carve small stuff, there isn't any big mess to worry about. When I am finished with my cup of coffee all the wood chips go into it, and it goes into the waste can. This is the result of one and one half hour of whittlin.
The cars is gettin ready for a little drive from Ohio to California and back. I suppose I'll leave a little trail of wood chips all the way out there and back.