Had to go with the wife to her family's house for a surprise birthday party for her uncle and cousin. He's an old Vietnam vet, as were most of the men there. So, the party goes on, and I find myself looking after my daughter more then being able to mingle. However, I did manage to see most of the guys using battered old Zippos to light their cigarettes. No bics or other cheapie lighters. These old timers carried Zippos. Cool. That in itself made my day. Then I noticed the knives. EVERYONE, or at least the guys, had pocket knives. The party boy was using his to open up the envelopes his birthday cards were in. He would leave it open right there on the table for all to see, and somehow, refreshingly, it didn't seem out of place. He had a Buck. Not sure of the number. 509 maybe? It's the small, one blade lockback. Looks like a tiny, pocket sized version of the 110? Anyway, that's what he had. I look, and I see alot of other one bladed lockbacks. Mostly Bucks, but some Master (?) knives as well. I had my Peanut. These knives were being used to open envelopes, to cut off the tips of cigars, open bags, everything. One guy used his (a toothpick, I think) to poke holes in his burger as he was barbequing. Singe bladed knives abounded. I think I was the only one with a multi blade knife. This was awesome. And then, before I left, I saw a P-38 can opener hanging off one of the men's keys. It felt like I was in the middle of one of Jackknife's stories. I was busy with my daughter, which is fine as she comes first, but I wish I could have been sitting at the table with these guys as they swapped stories while whittling by the fire. It was like being transported to a different time. A very folksy day indeed.