Traveling the world is my passion. I love design, history, strategy, business, arts… I love the things that make us different and the things that make us all the same. I am about to post pics from Africa. Here is an advance look. This is a set of hand made sling shots i purchased from a young man in Blantyre, Malawi. He had hand made them himself for hunting. When I was a young boy growing up in the mountains and fields of eastern, Pennsylvania - I had many sling shots. One time when I was in 5th grade I was almost killed when a friend had accidentally struck me in the head with a stone. I was standing within 2 feet of him when he released the stone. The impact was brutal and the force took me off my feet. This incident took place near a public pool. I can recall waking up laying on my back in the creek we had been playing in, the shouts of the people were loud enough to wake the dead. Luckily, I was not dead - but I did get knocked out cold. My friend became scared he had killed me and ran home. I casually picked myself up, hoped on my Schwinn Predator BMX bike… and road straight home. I was unaware of the blood that was pouring down my face. In the end, I needed 5 stitches. I remember the needle was more painful than the stone. It burned like liquid fire. I still have the scar on my forehead to this day.

The great part of this story is the price the young man wanted for the sling shots. I had purchased a dozen hand carved items from him, beautiful pieces, none exceeding $15. The Sling shots $20 each. Dry rotted rubber. I asked why so much? his answer, “you cant hunt with the rest of that stuff”. The high price of utility!! I caved in and paid the price.