I extend a warning to my flatwork brethren; beware the Vortex. I was visiting mom and dad and unbeknownst to me . . . a lathe lurked in the gara, . . er, shop. When I least expected it . . . it reached out and grabbed me!
I had innocently hoped that dad might turn me a new file handle; he being already absorbed by the dark side of the force. He plied me with the cloak of offering fatherly wisdom. Then when I was distracted, he fed me to the lathe!!!
The result of my second effort at turning via the sagely teachings of dear old dad . . . a file handle:
P.s. I should mention that the wood came from a pallet skid that LOML brought me from her work.