Heading out to pick up some rental equipment Thursday, I was driving though one of the hardscabble neighborhoods on the East Side when a sparkling-clean medium-sized building caught my attention. Shiny with red, off-white and dark-blue paint, the name SANDPAPER AMERICA in huge letters was the only marking other than the street number.
...It didn't look like a company logo.* Sandpapering America seemed like an awfully big job. Maybe it's some outfit that wants us to be more sensitive to one another? Or could it be a literal imperative? I've sandpapered a little bit of America myself, if furniture and the occasional interior door count, but that hardly, er, scratches the surface.
Nope, wrong and wronger: it's a local success story! Sandpaper America is a local manufacturer of high-quality sanding belts and wheels. (And I'll leave it to them to explain about the Wolf Head Sander, which is another of those phrases that strikes my mind's ear oddly. Don't sand that wolf's head, kid, it'll bite ya if you try!)
* They do have a perfectly good one. Maybe it's on the front door and I just missed it.
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