re: #382 b_sharp

I really miss playing with lead. I used to go to the firing range and collect a bucket of bullets from the sand, go home and melt them in a pot on my grandmother’s stove. Then, after I cleaned out the pot, we’d cook poached eggs in it.

Those were the good old days. Lead in the fuel, lead in the paint & lead in my stomach.

The cringiest thing I ever ran into was an old printing shop that cast its own type from an open furnace that held about 5 gallons of lead/antimony. The printers had a nice roast wrapped in several layers of aluminum foil floating in it.