Please be patient, English was never one of my better skills. But I will attempt to post my progress on my 12.5 mirror here. Tuesday night was the first night. We all gathered in the basement of a church. This church is in rural Battleground, Washington. It is converted to an astronomy shop. The only one in greater Portland. Seans Astronomy Shop. We had made these benches to grind on. I sit low enough on it to allow my body weight to add pressure as I grind. I straddle the bench with the mirror in front of me. My good friend Dan and I arrived in the rain, slightly late, with these bulky benches, (they’re small enough to fit two of them in the back of Dan’s Civic). We go down these stairs, with benches in hand, there is about a dozen or so people with these home made benches of all different styles, getting situated, looking for a good place to set up, and there in the middle of the room is this little old man, white hair in a pony tail, helping people set up their benches. This is John Dobson. He looks like a ‘60’s throw back. He’s all of about 5’6-8”, 100 lbs dripping wet. His pony tail splits his shoulders. After I pay up and get my mirror and tool, I get the wrong size and have to wait my 12.5. Dan is doing an eight inch mirror. While everyone is securing the tool to their bench, John want’s the attention of the room. At first people are eager to hear his words, and the room quiets. He starts out with a couple of instructions, and a couple of stories. I get the feeling that no one here has ever done this before. The instructions are quick and short. He ask’s if there are any questions, and it’s quiet as a church, or in this case, a church basement. After about a minute, the questions start. Someone asked about “dunking”. I didn’t hear the whole question, but I did hear the response, “these aren’t doughnuts, these are mirrors”! We get turned loose. (cont)