Several months ago, in a moment of exuberance my Grandson managed to send one of my Caminettos careening off the counter and on to the floor. The bit snapped off right at the shank. Quickly bending to pick it up he could see what he had done. With tears welling up in his eyes he handed the pipe back to me saying "I'm sorry Grampy". Couldn't be angry and said "it can be fixed". Shortly after George rode to the rescue.
Thank you very much George.
Thank you very much George.