Always kind of amazing when the old knowledge fades away. You would think
someone at a distillery would know what the tool is.
Digressing...the sidewalk down at the corner got reworked a couple of years back. There used to be a mailbox at that corner, one of the little ones on a concrete post that, in my youth*, could be found every few blocks, it seemed like. I asked the city** what its intentions were, and talked with the post office; no one knew what it had been or who owned it. I even told the city what it was, so they could ask the post office if they still wanted it. But no one followed up, and the contractor wound up leaving it in place.
I kind of appreciate that this little historical artifact is still there; and our sons know what it's for. The concrete is spalling (you can see the rebar in several spots) and, at some point, someone's going to decide it's too ugly to keep; but it'll cost a lot more to remove it now.
*Granted, we were still getting our gasoline by pressing the oil out of fresh dinosaurs in giant versions of an olive oil press.
**"City" in this case means 7,500 people.
For those too young to know what mailboxes I'm talking about:
