Thank you all.
Now that the excitement has settled and we've all had a good filling of visuals, I'm reminded of two instances of PEOPLE who made me very happy--but now have made me sad.
In my past few shows a private older collector,
Tom Ruby, would contact me and arrange a time where I could do work for him. One year it was a cache of SR Johnson knives, One year was Morans, and last year was this incredible array of genuine Case V42 WW2 daggers and assorted memorabilia. He had a reserved Sunday morning spot for an hour. See his special work:
Click here.
He was a wonderfully kind man, with a penchant for quality and a willingness to learn by watching, yet stand back. So warm I allowed him into my normally-closed kingdom. He always promised a return visit.
This year I had no email response and no visit. Last week I was curious and sent an email asking how he was, because he was missed by Susan and I. No response. I did some googling and searching on Facebook.

He has a page....
There were five or six identical entries on his page from his friends
last November:
R.I.P Tom, We loved you.
I was floored. I loved this gentle guy and his kind manner. If any of you know of him please tell me more warm stories.
Second heartbreaking memory was an actual
visit by my (OUR!) good friend
A.G. Russell. In the past 9 years AG takes time out of his show to swing by for a short hello. He's an icon in our world, why he would search me out to pay thanks and say hi was flattering and humbling at the same time.
Sometimes with Goldie, and sometimes alone, but this time with his brother Bill. He was on one of those smart little electric scooters now. Two years ago he gave me this little lockback Delrin folder he'd been using
"I want you to take this. I designed it and it's served me for a while, and I want you to use it." And I have. Often. Ironically, it was my only pocket folder for this Show.
Here's what's poignant: AG tells me that's it, no more for him coming to Blade. It's simply too much now, and this will be his last show. And unless I come to the Arkansas show we may not see each other again, at least not at Blade. Long pause, I understood. I actually asked him for a hug, and two grown men embraced in honest appreciation and respect. As he wheeled out of there and away, my wife asked me
"Are you OK?" I couldn't talk. I was too choked with tears.
We've all said it: It's about the people as much as it is the knives, but I've never cried over a knife.
Anyway that's more than you were expecting, but i wanted to say how much these two people have affected me.
AG: I look forward to our next handshake! Tom: Godspeed. :thumbup:
Jim