LOL, Art! Like people, I guess screwdrivers have a natural life cycle. A childhood spent being forged and formed to meet a creator's unknowable purpose, the first flower of youth spent wooing potential owners, and the balance of youth spent, well, sc**wing things. However, time and hard use dulls once pristine edges, and before we know it, the owner is at HARBOR FREIGHT, looking for a replacement. If lucky, the onetime master of the toolbox, the most perfect incarnation of man's destiny as a toolmaker and user, degenerates into a scraper, then later, a punch, and finally, a pry bar. Perhaps the best the senior tool can hope for is a semi-respectable retirement as a garden digging implement!
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'88 244GL, '89 244GL, '90 244DL, '91 244, '92 244