I didn””t see the nail poking out, until after the board hit the ceiling and the business end burrowed itself into my forehead.  There is something cool about opening the door and your wife seeing blood running down your face.  (not to worry, it looked a lot worse than it really was).  A few years ago I was speaking to 600 Amish businessmen.  It was lunch and 6 of us were surrounding a table, eating the box lunches and talking.  I pulled out the cellophane wrapped Snicker Doodle cookie and commented on it being labeled “Homemade Snicker Doodle”.    I pointed
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