Somewhere in Kentucky, sometime in the past, a man carved an exquisitely detailed beard comb out of a hunk of wood.
We stumbled upon it in an antique shop in Arizona, with a tag that said only, "Wooden Comb. Kentucky." We were struck not only by the resemblance to our beard combs, but by the detail in the relief--the hooves, the bridle, the stirrups.
Did the carver make it for himself? For his brother? His son?
We'll never know. Every piece of history about the carver has been lost. Except his name.
John Flood, you were a helluva craftsman. And we salute you.