
Here's what the black rubber gloves are hiding: my pinky is actually quite misshapen.

My mom's parents both had gnarled fingers, my grandmother from arthritis and my grandfather from a childhood accident that crippled his hands. In some ways, my grandfather's hands are how my family came to be. As capable as he was, his hands kept him out of the war (he tried to conceal them when volunteering, but they were discovered, and he was declared 4F). He stayed home then, and married my grandmother; my mother is from that small generation of Americans born during World War II. Even though my grandfather's hands were shaped as if his middle fingers were glued to his palms, Grandma used to say there was nothing he couldn't do with them. He could fix anything, work with tangles of electric wire, even tie flies.
When I was a baby, he used to sit with me out in the kitchen, telling me that I'd have a private rocketship to take my dates up to the moon, and that he would buy my condoms. He died when I was only 10 months old, when he was younger than I am now, so I don't have any memories of him. But I have his name, probably his hair, and possibly his little finger...
...which is perfectly shaped for adjusting the tension of your yarn when knitting.
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Don, I never noticed that! How does it affect your guitar playing?
I think he might be taking his hair back from you at this point. :-)
There was a Quinn Martin TV series in the 60s called The Invaders:
“The Invaders. Alien beings from a dying planet. Their destination: the earth. Their purpose: to make it their world.
“David Vincent has seen them. For him, it began one lost night on a lonely country road, looking for a shortcut. It began with a closed, deserted diner, and a man too long without sleep to continue his journey. It began with the landing of a craft from another galaxy.
“Now, David Vincent knows that the Invaders are here, that they have taken human form. Somehow he must convince a disbelieving world that the nightmare has already begun . . . .”
The aliens looked perfectly human in every way, except for a telltale crooked little finger.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Invaders
Ha ha, Joe! What nonsense. You must be suffering from a paranoid delusion.
Hey, why don't you come over and we'll serve you for dinner. Wait! I mean "serve you dinner."
How silly of me.
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