Ohh yes I remember one night a cold November night I remember because it was particularly colder than most nights in the shop that November I was running a Swiss lathe and big mike was mopping up next to me this stuck out to me cause big mike wasn’t one for mopping nor was big mike one for talking big mike wasn’t a big man by stature you see big mike just liked big women some would say mike was a simple man served over seas and seen things that would shake any normal fella to the core now small fingers Jim was in one of his moods this particular evening he called him small fingers Jim because well the man had abnormally small fingers and boy did he have a chip on his shoulder small fingers Jim always felt like he had something to prove but you know what I think this night big mike was the one with something to prove I was cleaning up the ol chip bin when out past the grinding wheel I heard a scream I’m still haunted by his scream the scream was that one a dog fight a fight that would not only change big mike and small fingers Jim but change the coarse of that shop forever I ran yonder past the grinding week to see big mike with the mop bucket in full swing as I stood in shock from what I was about to witness I think small fingers Jim picked a fight with the wrong sparrow that day ya see it was never about women or fingers that night