Out on a Limb: The Curse of the Creepy Kleenex

By Christopher Schwarz
Page: 10

From the August 2007 issue #163
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The first time I ever became concerned about dust collection I was sitting on the couch with my toddler daughter on my lap. All day long I had been sanding cabinets that were destined for the addition we were building on our house. I was beat. I took a deep breath. I sneezed.

What ended up in the tissue sent my little girl squirming off my lap and set me to wondering about the health problems that come from breathing dust.

From the August 2007 issue #163
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