Okay so Jeff was telling me that he always wanted one of those paddles that we kept seeing at the swap meet in Hawaii. Regrettably, I could not remember what he was talking about. But I went along with it. He said he never got one because he couldn't figure out how he was going to get it home. So. . . . his dad had some scrap wood sitting in his garage and apparently burning a hold in Jeff's creative pocket. And Jeff snagged it up and made himself a paddle.