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1-3/8" Solid Wood Drapery Rings with Brass Clips in White Finish [CAPITOL CITY LUMBER]

Pole rings are made from solid hardwood and have a white finish. Brass clips already on each ring, but can be removed easily if not needed. Can be used on poles up to 1-3/8" Diameter Poles. Brass clips to clip on drapery fabric is sold separately through our online store. Please visit our online Amazon store to see the remaining collection of 1-3/8" white finish drapery accessories that compliment these drapery rings. Purchased by the bag, quantity of 7 rings per bag. Ring quantity Recommendations: 4 feet - 14 rings (2 bags); 6 feet - 20 rings (3 bags); 8 feet - 26 rings (4 bags); 12 feet - 38 rings (6 bags). Please contact us at 1-800-244-6492 with any questions on this product or other products on our website. **** RETURN POLICY: If for any reason you are not completely satisfied, please return this product within 30 days of receiving and we will give you full merchandise credit back. Please contact us at 1-800-244-6492 if you have any questions or concerns regarding returns. Provide for us your name and order number to assist us with processing your request. **** ABOUT THE SELLER: Capitol City Lumber Company is a unique lumber and hardware retail store. We cater to a wide array of customers from the do-it-yourselfers, homeowners, remodelers to the small to large-size contractors. We specialize in having a vast array of lumber, building materials and hardware, often times the hard to find items. Our company was started in 1947 and we are still known as an ole timey lumber company by local customers. We believe in a policy of fair pricing, quality products and dependable service. Our store location is located at 4216 Beryl Road in Raleigh, North Carolina, near the NC State fairgrounds.

Frank Hohman- The last of the great journeyman butchers
by Jessica Kane

At the Grand Union in Warrensburg, behind a set of plastic curtains in a refrigerated room, veteran butcher Frank Hohman, a towering man with a peaceful smile and blood on his apron, stands with a sharp knife before a primal cut of top round. With enormous steady hands, he artfully and effortlessly cuts off the excess fat and slices the slab into perfect juicy steaks. Beside him, stands his apprentice, a young man learning the art of meat cutting. He will study with Frank six months before he’s officially earned the title of meat cutter.
“Apprenticeships aren’t what they used to be,” said Frank.
When Frank first learned to cut meat back in 1965 in Long Island, he served as an apprentice for three years, and then served a fourth year to become a journeyman, which is a breed of butcher that’s almost completely extinct.
“It means you’re supposed to know what you’re doing,” added Frank.
The world of meat cutting has changed dramatically since 1971, when Frank and his wife moved Upstate and he started as a butcher with Grand Union. Back then, when a butcher got a delivery, what they received was practically the whole animal. Sometimes, with the skins and the fur on.
“You had to be like a surgeon,” Frank explained. “You had to know where to stick the knife to make the right cut. If you put the knife in the wrong spot you could loose 20 steaks.”
And that’s before they had rails, so a butcher had to carry these animals on their shoulder and hang them on a hook, a sharp hook, that if you missed, you could easily hang your hand on instead.
It was a dangerous profession to be sure, and injury wasn’t uncommon.
Frank still has the three puncture holes in one of his legs as a reminder of this.
Back then, there also wasn’t much concern about bacteria, and those carcasses that hung on hooks were not refrigerated - they’d hang out in room temperature until they were cut. And the meat grinder was only washed once a week.
Nobody thought of illness back then. In fact, the only strange thing Frank remembers finding in any of the meat he worked with was the time he found a gold nugget in some chop meat. The nugget had been mutilated from being in the cutter, but it turned out to be a gold ring that somebody lost somewhere, and when no one claimed it, he kept it, and it’s still in his jewelry box today.
These days, the meat industry is unrecognizable from how it used to be. All the meat delivered to the Grand Union today is packaged in what are called primal cuts, which are sections of the carcass that have already been separated. The word butcher isn’t even used anymore, except when referring to people who slaughter animals. People who cut meat are simply called “meat cutters.” Meat cutters then take these slabs, remove all the stamps, trim the excess, slice it, package it, and give it to someone to put in the cases.
All the meat is of course refrigerated properly and the meat grinder as well everything else is thoroughly cleaned and sanitized every night.
“With all the bacteria and everything now, you can’t take chances,” Frank said.
One thing that hasn’t changed is Frank’s old school work ethic.
“I get very particular on certain things,” he told me.
Every item in his cases gets Frank’s undivided attention.
The fat is trimmed off so people aren’t paying more than they need to, the wrappers are always neat, and the meat is always placed right side up on the trays.
Frank has now been living and working in the Adirondacks for over 36 years. He and his wife raised their four kids here, who are now all grown up - three teachers and an electrician.
“It’s a different atmosphere than down in the city,” he said. “Not so hustle and bustle, hurry up and get it done. You have to get your job done but you don’t have that city type of pressure.”
When he’s not cutting meat, there are lots of things Frank enjoys doing. One of these is eating meat, and Frank’s favorite is a porterhouse steak, rare, “about so thick,” he said, holding his fingers at about 2 inches.
“And I have good cholesterol,” he added.
Frank also likes to spend time in his yard gardening, or on his boat fishing for perch or bass. He also enjoys hunting and has his own little meat shop at home where he processes deer.
What he enjoys most, though, is staying healthy. “I think health is the biggest thing. I’ve had a couple of little bouts and lemme tell you, you gotta be healthy, nothing matters unless you’re feeling good.”

"It is dark in the room. The door is locked, the curtains thick as fur. Deep somewhere in the darkness a single candle is burning. Nigel in black shirt, black tights, rotates with outstretched arms. The furniture against the wall is sleek and flat. The brown walls fold away into receding arcs about the glimmering sphere where Nigel turns and turns, thin as a needle, thin as a straight line, narrow as a slitlet through which a steely blinding light attempts to issue forth into the fuzzy world.
"Concentric universe. Faster and faster now sphere within sphere revolves and sings. The holy city turns within the ring of equatorial emerald, within the ring of milky way of pearl, within the lacticogalactic wheel, the galaxy of galaxies, that spins motionless upon a point extensionless. The flake of rust, the speck of dust, the invisible slit in the skin through which it all sinks down and runs away.
"The candle has grown into a huge luminous cylinder made of alabaster or coconut ice. It glows palely from within and impulsates and breathes. Nigel has fallen upon his knees. Kneeling upright he sways to its noiseless rhythm song. In the beginning was Om, Omphalos, Om Phallos, black undivided round devoid of consciousness or self. Out of the dreamless womb time creeps in the moment which is no beginning at the end which is no end. Time is the crack. Darkness upon darkness moving, awareness slides from being. Vibrations clap their wings, and there is sound. An eye regards an eye and there is light.
"In the dimness he is squatting huge and blocks the sky. Little hands vibrate like hairs but he squats huge and broods on self. His idly stirring foot may crush a million million while he scratches, fidgets, brushes away a myriad buzz of littlenesses whose millennia of shrieking are to him the momentary humming of a gnat which between two fingers he idly crushes as he squats still and broods on self.
"The humming light is waxing, the mountainous black is waning, the screaming is swelling into a harmony, a dazzling circlet of visible sound. Two indistinct and terrible angels encircle the earth, embracing, enlacing, tumbling through circular space, both oned and oneing in magnetic joy. Love and Death, pursuing and pursued.
"The sounds diminish and in the empty pallid azure the golden quoit spins away. At last, it has become a spot of radiance, a stain of gold, a fading flash, a laser beam, a single blinding point of light which absorbs all light into itself. The colorless soundless silence vibrates and sways. He is near. Nigel trembles pants and shudders. His wide-open eyes see nothing, he, Nigel, the all-seer, the priest, the slave of the god. Time and space crumple slowly. He is near, He is near, He is near. They fold and crumple. Love is death. All is one."

DN2155BN Finish: Brushed Nickel Shown in chrome Features: -Curved Shower Rod. -Available in brushed nickel, chrome, and old world bronze. -Brush nickel and chrome finish rods are made of .028 (22gauge) seamless type 304 stainless steel. -Old world bronze finish rods are made of .028 (22 gauge) seamless type 430 stainless steel. -Brush nickel and chrome finish flanges are stamped from type 304 stainless steel. -Old world bronze finish flanges are stamped from type 443 stainless steel. -Overall dimensions: 2.97'' H x 58.44'' W x 7.41'' D. For more information on this product please view the Specification Sheet(s) below: Curved Shower Rod Specification Sheet