Don't ask me to explain, but a cherished memory was the time I stood with a group at the National Hotel in Havana, Cuba. Jane was having trouble fitting her knitting into her luggage because she had finished the scarf, but it was still on the needles because she had forgotten how to bind off. While we waited for a bus to the airport I watched a woman named Selkirk from Winnipeg, Canada, take Jane's knitting in her hands and finish the bind off. You never know where you will find a peer knitter.
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