A couple of weekends ago a much beloved cousin was getting married and my 3 yr old was to be a flower girl. The same day a good neighbor was having a party for his grandson. My wife and daughters left early that Saturday to get ready with the bridal party. My 17mos old son and I would stay behind to wrap presents and make an appearance at the b-day party. We would meet up at the reception hall later. I like to use my 34ot when I cut long sheets of wrapping paper. That 1095 thin blade just flies through the paper quicker than scissors. I am moving fast and multi tasking all along the way. I reach into the drawer and pull out what I thought was my trusty 34ot. It is my beater Schrade. I go to open it and low and behold I had grabbed a pristine 33ot from my collection. Well I am on a schedule. It made quick work of that paper. Wrapping done, the boy and I go to the neighbors. We get back, get dressed and rush to the reception hall. I had just walked into the hall when a young woman in a bridesmaid gown asks does anyone have a pocket knife?. I imagine a couple of generations ago she would have been presented with several choices of cutlery. In 2010 though, it is just my lone voice cutting through the din of the hall, I have one. I Answered. I retrieved my pocketknife from inside my dress pants pocket and hand her my 33ot. It was with trepidation that I gave her my mint 33ot. I entertained the notion that the little pampered knife knew it had a date with destiny. I believe tools like to be used. Fruit needed to be cut for the fondue and no one brought a knife. My 33ot heard the call and it would save my cousins wedding (at least the fondue). Its a good cause I kept telling myself. Well towards the end of the reception I realized I never got my knife back. Remember it is 2010 not two generations ago. I wandered to the kitchen area and immediately spot it on a stainless steel counter. I picked it up and examined the blade. It really was none the worse for wear. It was still factory sharp. I had taken notice during the reception that the fondue table had a lot of neatly cut fruit for the dipping. I slipped the little soldier into my pocket. Well done my good and faithful servant (probably a bit dramatic but I swear I thought it). At home with the little ones in bed I gave it a good wiping with 3 in 1 oil and put it back with its companions. Normally I would have toted the beater 34ot or my SAK (super tinker) to a function like that, but I accidently picked up the 33ot by mistake and just kept using it. Now it is a little more than just part of my collection. It has been infused with some family history. I have been thinking that maybe I need to start using my knives versus just collecting them. I think some tools need to be used, want to be used maybe. I have modern knives with all the modern steels like ATS-34, 154CM, S30V, BG-42 to name a few. I think they are great and all, but nothing seems to slice as well as one of my OTs in 1095.