Metal Chickens and Torches
When I took my very first serious metal class at an adult education facility in Orlando, Florida, I'll never forget my first turn at the torch when learning to solder. I took the class with a girlfriend from work and my husband, and when we turned those babies on, woow moma! Our eyes were as big as saucers. At least my girlfriend's were, and I bet mine were as well. My husband was too macho to be chicken of the torch like we were.
One problem with using a torch for us was that neither of us had any...
