No bun in the oven but an American-English Coonhound in tow.....
Well dang, that was fun.
The shop was a bit overcrowded with boats and gear and 4x8 table for on-going projects, but I got to meet Lance, who I kept wanting to call “Albert” (?), and Nancy, who I kept wanting to call “Nanci”. And Rosie, the cat-butt sniffing Red Tick Hound. Strangers in the shop are sometimes, eh, a thing; a dog is always welcome.
In 5 minutes they didn’t feel like strangers, and we had a lively conversation about boats and gear and outfitting and, kinda like threads and discussions here, wandering far flung into all manner of things.
I scored a couple of book recommendations; this one will be on inter-library loan as soon as the bedside table diminishes in height.
Nature Wars
https://www.amazon.com/Nature-Wars-I.../dp/B008IUBA44
I did manage to foist off a couple of the way-too-freaking-many minicel cylinders from cutting canoe consoles (the lid on that box almost closes now, and I only dropped a couple small pieces of minicel on Nancy’s head while getting that box down). And, more usefully, a couple of the minicel barrel wedges from the same band saw production line (those are going fast, only 30 left!)
They (including Rosie who became fixated on the shop cat door. . . . .Sniff, sniff. . . .smell like cat butt!) were largely nonplussed* by shenanigans, and may have come away with some outfitting and DIY ideas. With their kith and kin and friends around my area I expect I’ll see them again
*Nancy was a little “plussed” when I snuck up beside her and said “OK, so you have to
tell me if you’re a cop.
Right?”
Nancy, remind me and I’ll turn on the thousands of white twinkle lights on the shop ceiling next time
I'll just have to "take one for the team" and eat them myself. 
