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Cruising through the gun show today with my small classic clipped inside my right front pants pocket, I walk by this guy sitting at a table with a homemade motorized belt making a little money sharpening knives. He's got a bunch of old Case, Buck, and other assorted knives lying around his machine.
"Can I sharpen yer knife, buddy?"
"Naw, I keep it pretty sharp, but thanks," I replied.
"I'll put up any of the knives I've sharpened against yers!" he came back. "Let me take a look."
"OK, but don't even think about touching it with that belt you've got there," I said as I handed him the Sebe.
He took the knife, opened it and took several seconds examining the edge with his eyes, then his thumb. He pursed his lips a little and looked over the rest of the knife. Handing it back to me he said, "Neighbor, there's only one thing wrong with that knife!"
Clipping the knife back in my pocket, I was amused. "Yeah, what's that?"
"It's not mine!" he said smiling, "Nice knife!"
I grinned back and walked on.
Frank

"Can I sharpen yer knife, buddy?"
"Naw, I keep it pretty sharp, but thanks," I replied.
"I'll put up any of the knives I've sharpened against yers!" he came back. "Let me take a look."
"OK, but don't even think about touching it with that belt you've got there," I said as I handed him the Sebe.
He took the knife, opened it and took several seconds examining the edge with his eyes, then his thumb. He pursed his lips a little and looked over the rest of the knife. Handing it back to me he said, "Neighbor, there's only one thing wrong with that knife!"
Clipping the knife back in my pocket, I was amused. "Yeah, what's that?"
"It's not mine!" he said smiling, "Nice knife!"
I grinned back and walked on.
Frank
