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I was in Neal Johnson's gun shop before he moved to Colorado, when a salesman walked in with a claw hammer in his hand. He put his left hand on the counter, laid a sheet of rubber on it, and whacked it with that hammer a terrible blow. He left the rubber in place and held the hammer out to us as an invitation. The material now sells under the name of Sorbothane. Take care, Tom |