Blade Magazine 2001 Calendar & FREE STUFF!

Hope you all had a Happy New Year's day.

Thanks for entering me in the contest.

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Marcus X. Fry
frym@concordia.edu
 
Sure, I'll take some free stuff. Thanks.

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Dave

Let no one ever from henceforth say one word in any way countenancing war. It is dangerous even to speak of how here and there the individual may gain some hardship of soul by it. For war is hell, and those who institute it are criminals. Siegfried Loraine Sassoon
 
WOW! My first post and a chance to win free stuff!! I'm gonna need something to keep my new BF-Sifu in when it arrives.
Regards,
Rawhide
 
I'm in.
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Heh heh, an empty knife bag is almost a curse. Seeing an empty knife slot makes me dangerously compulsive.

But whatcha gonna do? I'm in. Thanx Mike.
 
Ooh, ooohh; me. MeMeMeMeMeMe!

... sounds a little self centered there, doesn't it...

MeMeMeMeMeMe!
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LOL, thanks Mike for setting up my favorite site on the Global Web.
 
Here's a song to start off the new year:

DOUBLE BLADED TRAPPER Tom Maringer 1990
(Cryin' in yer beer country style
Straight G/, D/, C //, chord pattern all the way through)

When I was just a young boy, we lived in a small town
With open fields of pasture, and forests all around.
Mama's folks lived right next door, forty acres under the plow,
And anything a boy should know, my grandpa showed me how.

Well I was there most every day, as soon as school was out
For grandma's homemade cookies, and grandpa's tales about
The things he'd seen around the world,
for he'd traveled most his life.
But most of all I loved to hear him talk about his favorite knife.
It was a:

Double bladed trapper, with scales of yellow bone
The blades worn down to slivers, from years upon the stone
One bolster missing, and one just, hanging on.

Well one day gramp looked serious, as he sat me on his knee
He said; "I want to tell you boy, what this knife means to me.
You see, I was just a lad myself, probably eight or nine
It was the midst of the depression, we had a pretty hard time."

"My daddy left to look for work, so we helped my grandpa farm.
We surely didn't have much, but at least we didn't starve.
My grampa bought that knife for me, back in nineteen thirty two.
Somewhere he got the money, though how; I never knew."
He bought me a:

Double bladed trapper, with scales of yellow bone
The nickle-silver bolsters, they were polished 'till they shone
And the blades so razor sharp,
though they'd never touched a stone.

So grampa told me stories, about where that knife had been
Of how it got him through the war,
and how it saved his soul from sin
He opened up my eyes to life, and taught me all he knew
Like how to carve a spoon from wood,
and how to make a good beef stew.

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

Then one day I came home from school,
mom's eyes were filled with tears
She looked as if a single day, had added twenty years
She said the tractor overturned, and gramp had gotten hurt
The ambulance had been and gone, the tracks there in the dirt

I reached the hospital and met my grandma just outside
But I could tell what happened, just by the way she cried
She held me close, took out her purse, and put a packet in my hand
She said: "Your grampa said to give you this,
and to tell you you're a man
It was a:

(CHORUS 1)

Well that was many years ago, when I got my grampa's knife
But all the things he taught me, I remembered all my life
I taught my kids the Golden Rule, played no favorites, but still
There's one priceless posession left to my grandson in my will
And it's a:

(CHORUS 1)

Yes it was a:

Double bladed trapper, with scales of yellow bone
The blades worn down to slivers, from years upon the stone
One bolster missing, and one just, hanging on.

Just hangin' on
Just hangin' on
We're just hangin' on

(end)

 
Please enter me in the contest. Thanks

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"But what I never knew, I never will forget".... John Prine
 
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