Here's a hammer story...
Many years a go, there was a father-son-son wrecking yard I used to deal with, it's long gone now.
It was my favorite one, they had a lot of the old stuff, would let me go in and get what I wanted, and
were dirt cheap!
The father was a bit of a grouch, so I tried to avoid him. The oldest son was the most helpful and knew
what they had and where to look. The youngest son, well... He had some issues. Wore extremely thick
glasses, was a little slow all around, but friendly enough, wanted to help when he could.
I went in one day and the young son, probably 30 something years old, was sitting on the floor in a pool
of grease and whatever else was down there... He had a short handle sledge hammer in his hand trying to
beat a wheel bearing race out of a front hub with screwdriver! He was wailing on that thing, missing 9
times out of 10, I'm talking missing by 8 to 12 inches, just flailing at it! He had already bloodied up
his hand, but didn't seem to even know. I think it started as a vision problem, then he got mad, and
completely lost it!
I got him up off the floor, changed it for him, he was forever grateful, and the prices went down even
further that day!
Strange thing though, one day I was looking for something in the yard, didn't find it, told him I was
leaving with nothing. He insisted I let him cross reference the part out of a stack of huge dusty books
up on the shelf. I told him don't worry, I really didn't have time, but he insisted.
He got down a couple of the books and started scanning through them one page at a time, literally had
the lens of his glasses almost touching the page! I told him I had to go and would stop by in a day or
so.
I had forgotten about it and a week or so later I was in there, he flagged me down to come in the
office.
He had hand written, printed, a full page of cross reference cars and part numbers for whatever it was I
was looking for. No telling how long he worked on that, but it looked like something printed by a
computer! Every letter and number was spaced and sized perfectly, perfect straight lines on plain paper.
I was shocked at what he handed me. I asked him if he did that, Yes, he beamed!
Really strange, looking back I think he must have been a savant!