stjames
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I do, for one.
Living here in the shadow of the Golden Gate has its advantages; beautiful vistas, great restaurants, an interesting collection of people, world class events gracing your doorstep, the lucrative opportunity to ply your trade.
But not, alas, the legal ability to enjoy the use of an entire class of history and pleasure filled knives.
As a youth I envied those bold enough to flaunt the laws and carry such devises. The knives in my life were tools that fascinated me, but to be trapped in a world of slip-joints and lock-backs was a cage to my soul. Seeing someone make a butterfly sail through the night or the satisfying click of the almost mythical switchblade filled me with a need I was almost ashamed of. Always I would tell myself Toys at best, weapons at worst and dismiss them to my friends as such, not true tools but things to play with. Not worth the risk of having, give me something that I can trust.
But in my heart I knew what a tool it could be. A knife with the convenience of a folder but could be deployed with one hand and secured just as easily. How many times had I wished for that, needed it? And denied to me by fear and ignorance, almost intolerable.
What a joy it was when one-handed openers appeared, first devises that you could attach to your blade and then the knives designed from the ground up with that in mind. At last I could truly say, Who Needs Them, as a whole world of options opened before me. Now I could worry about the important things; how smooth the action is, how strong and reliable a lock, is the steel easy to sharpen and able to hold an edge, how even the grinds, comfortable the handle, what is the most useful the blade shape for what job. Balance and trade offs, strengths and weaknesses. These have kept my interest, and it is almost enough.
But with all the accepted ways of deploying a knife allowed here in California, with such borderline devises as the Speed Safe and the legality of the folding sword, it is almost painful to be prohibited from some of the oldest, simplest types. I obey the local ordinances because it is not, now more than ever, worth the risk. I have too much to lose just to flaunt a ridiculous law. And of course there are countless acceptable choices to fill my needs, and most of my desires.
But after all these years, I still long to hear the blade sing, to see it catch the light as it dances through the air. And still I am denied.
Thank you for letting me unburden my heart to you. Do any others feel this pain? Kept from a simple pleasure by outdated thinking and ritual fear? Closet bali-song addicts, a room full of automatics that can never leave the house? Can I get an Amen?
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James Segura
San Francisco, CA
Living here in the shadow of the Golden Gate has its advantages; beautiful vistas, great restaurants, an interesting collection of people, world class events gracing your doorstep, the lucrative opportunity to ply your trade.
But not, alas, the legal ability to enjoy the use of an entire class of history and pleasure filled knives.
As a youth I envied those bold enough to flaunt the laws and carry such devises. The knives in my life were tools that fascinated me, but to be trapped in a world of slip-joints and lock-backs was a cage to my soul. Seeing someone make a butterfly sail through the night or the satisfying click of the almost mythical switchblade filled me with a need I was almost ashamed of. Always I would tell myself Toys at best, weapons at worst and dismiss them to my friends as such, not true tools but things to play with. Not worth the risk of having, give me something that I can trust.
But in my heart I knew what a tool it could be. A knife with the convenience of a folder but could be deployed with one hand and secured just as easily. How many times had I wished for that, needed it? And denied to me by fear and ignorance, almost intolerable.
What a joy it was when one-handed openers appeared, first devises that you could attach to your blade and then the knives designed from the ground up with that in mind. At last I could truly say, Who Needs Them, as a whole world of options opened before me. Now I could worry about the important things; how smooth the action is, how strong and reliable a lock, is the steel easy to sharpen and able to hold an edge, how even the grinds, comfortable the handle, what is the most useful the blade shape for what job. Balance and trade offs, strengths and weaknesses. These have kept my interest, and it is almost enough.
But with all the accepted ways of deploying a knife allowed here in California, with such borderline devises as the Speed Safe and the legality of the folding sword, it is almost painful to be prohibited from some of the oldest, simplest types. I obey the local ordinances because it is not, now more than ever, worth the risk. I have too much to lose just to flaunt a ridiculous law. And of course there are countless acceptable choices to fill my needs, and most of my desires.
But after all these years, I still long to hear the blade sing, to see it catch the light as it dances through the air. And still I am denied.
Thank you for letting me unburden my heart to you. Do any others feel this pain? Kept from a simple pleasure by outdated thinking and ritual fear? Closet bali-song addicts, a room full of automatics that can never leave the house? Can I get an Amen?
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James Segura
San Francisco, CA